Tuesday, May 1, 2012

another one of those things with words


Enigmatic energy encapsulated
emanates ice electric from a bolted chest
hidden under circumstantial blankets of earth

Unsatiated sleuths prowl silver sustenance 
and fathom and devise black devices to drill
while cartographic tinkerers trace treasures’ trail

Wizened retired travelers with ashen beards,
burned out byproducts with pouches of tobacco,
sit at pubs’ dying fires, pointing directions

Merchant cartels peddling compasses like passwords
and desperate sailors going against the wind
never find fulfillment chasing echoes of gold

Enigmatic energy encapsulated
emanating electric from a bolted chest,
fools don’t feel through greed; electric seeks conduction

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