Freaky Eyes

Are We?

are we shifting angles skyward
are we magnetic raw demons
drawing exciting fine words
in the mire of dawn?

are we foxed by nectar
and the prospect of a magic Winter
a widening dream
and hot fatalities?

are we a flattering idea
ready-made
by law which already had
it fitted for someone else?

are we dignified art
a trendy game
some fair landscape
for a genial frame?

are we
one
vital, self-willed angel

one
drawcord

one
talon

one
detail drifting away
waiting for finality
of a diligent rain?

are we me?
are we you?
are we data?
are we wit on Fridays?

are we drawing at
the pages of life
with a dull pencil
in thin grim margins?

(c)Seven, 2006