Obsessed with the climb, You chose to walk the line, To stay on the edge. Straight ahead, No thoughts, No thoughts… But, the cliff sides steepen; The path narrows. Violently violet wisps of thought Like willful mists Reach up to your feet. They beckon, “Think!” “Think!” “Use your head!” But, you keep your eyes on…

Too many rivers carry death and spoors, Too many life forms mating Mating to their own defeat. Too many frozen in tenement doors, Too many babies waiting Waiting on a grain of wheat. Too many towns boasting boarded up stores, Too many folks debating Whether it’ll be snow or sleet. As hurricanes blow, And the…

Parallel lines and solid boxes, Fell from the sky and melted away Colors of the rainbow in sticks and cubes Ran together and turned to gray Years passed by… Marjan Farzaad 11/04/1993