Dolph L. Chaney
THE NET
the sky is fading
the memory ages
the flesh is folding
the moments crawl
and we are wading
through these stages
and we are holding
nothing at all
watch the water turning black
feel the tightrope going slack
you were the one
who threw away the net
the sky is smoking
the fumes revealing
the ground below me
just out of reach
my thoughts provoking
me, through the ceiling...
©1994 Dolph Chaney
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