Sunday, February 28, 2010

Sonnet 4: Sharp minds encasing

By Tatiana Suarez-Pico

Sharp minds encasing the universe's dark matter
A time bomb
That hides behind a stutter
Restless arms patting their chest, landing in pockets with aplomb

Bodies disconnected from heads
Filling seats with empty air
While their faces rest, maybe on meds
Some just look up and stare

Knowing what I must do, I reach for the matter between their eyes
A thick string of dark gold
They're suprised by how wise
Is their mold

The end is only the beginning
For them, the key, is believing.

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