deep

[nebuula]

how will it begin?

an intervention
a wrong turn down a reckless highway
of possibility
will it collapse into a line
or expand into a circle

will it be constant points of light
in a web if dancing snow
the first snow of the season driven into
blurred by intention

will it begin at all
or nothing?

Comments

[boylaboratory]

Is this a Buffy-inspired poem? :)