Trajectory Poem by John Weber

Trajectory



Pristine blank page,
please rouse most sage
to open wide,
no time to hide
the applesauce
dabbled across
my graying chin.
Endings begin

to manifest
beyond our quest
as consequence
provokes events
in frantic spin
to obscure sin:
a grounded arc
within the dark.

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John Weber

John Weber

Milwaukee, WI
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