Catenary

January 19, 2009

There you lie
Spanning vast distances
White arms stretched
A thousand miles
In both directions
One foot anchored
On either shore
Those golden scales!
Such a precise balance
An ounce on either end
And you would come
Crashing down, like
Galloping Gerty
And the pieces that
Fell would drop
Silently into my arms
Nobody can stay
Like that forever
Patient winds erode
Your willpower down
To a fine copper dust
To be carried off to
The edge of the world

MSBQ