You're driven by desire
I'm drifting on a whim
You're headed for the centre
I'm clinging to the rim
You keep growing brighter
I keep going dim

You go I stop
You lift I drop
You stare I blink
We're out of sync

And when it's time to dive straight in
You won't need to stop and think
You'll dive in and swim and swim --
I'll slip off the edge and sink.


There Devil, Eat That

I had been intending to read a JonArno poem here for a while. This is from his new book: There Devil, Eat That

-- adnan.