Worth

The tall door sits open
Light beams in
Silent shadows play tricks
Light and darkness are one
The body knows this not
A ripple in a pond is a diamond cast
Two a miracle
A feeling that yanks both directions
Placing you in two moments in space
Slicing time
The effect would leave you famished
Hungry for more
The hunt is on
Your enigma encoded
Decode the next departure point
Hold no prisoners
Take none hostage but the self
Worth so much
Worth so little.

Copyright, 2010, Christopher Baird--all right reserved.
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