FRACTIONS

Each part forming the sum of the whole.

Can anyone know?

I think not ! It is such a solitary journey . . . weaving backward.

Signposts, resting on corners, once disregarded . . . now studied.

Lyrics threading . . . life's tangled chords,

painfully tying . . . yesterday's minors through today's melody.


Fractions, each part forming the sum of the whole.

Scattered fragments waken.

Willful memories simmer unbridled,

Sliding as mercury . . . seeping past boundaries.

Ignoring defense, Staining our careful woven cloth . . . .

 

Selfcloth . . . clutched and draped, vain shield of body and soul.


Can anyone know? I think not !

Another's labyrinth . . . channels of the mind and heart.

Remembrance, ever abiding . . . consciously avoided.

Maze of dreams, slumbering, crumbled . . . or discarded.

Hopes attained, castles once built, now strangely forgotten.

Fears which once crippled . . . now, recalled with soft amusement.


Fractions . . .

Each a part, forming the sum of the whole.
Can anyone know?


Dallas Beth Williams Gibson written - 1982

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