| The Watcher From Afar Sinewy shadows bend, balking at the sunrise. Rays harshly piercing, pointed and ruthless in their intent. Forcing out from volcanic cores an all enveloping fiery scream; indwelling idiosyncrosies erupting alien and distant. Dripping wounded upon crusted scenery plucking the plummage from sprouted speech, a clumsy fisted traveller dropping petals of molten memories and dangling dreams, trailing ribboned in nefarious darkness is caught up in penetrating gaze; finally face to face with the wilted self ashen, state-altered, and alone. The watcher from afar stands strangely silent. Sarah Gallant copyright 2002 |