Time Lines By xena

clear the vision when rearward faced
the lines, the paths drawn straight and true
seen twisted, tortured by back glanced eye
sight lowered to ground, the now so narrow
ridge edge of knowing, this place
peaked sharply to cut the dallied tread
a pause too long, with prints of scarlet
will the next step be taken, blinded
for forward faced, the vision mists
temptning, drawing the back glanced eye
to feast on maps of traces known