Author's Note: This is sixth in the series. This poem is purposely amgiguous and ultra-conceptual. Don't worry about digging for meaning. Let it flow over you. Feel it, more than read it.

On the Crumbling Crag of Doubt
A Poetry Series

Number Six:

Tangled Vine Curtain

Narrowed down
Accusatory panes
Not fair, not fair

Part the seas
We cannot
How do we reach
Each other

How many houses
How many lovers
How many pests
You've amassed

Profits and debts
Stability, responsibility
Always there, always there
Acknowledgments, please

Cross-hair lashes
Corset tied blames
Painted, painted

I see veils
Do you not
How do we reach
Each other

How many homes
How many adores
How many pets
I've amassed

Profits and debts
Envious, taut bitterness
Look at me, look at me
Acknowledgments, not

In between us
So much
Interlaced

Bitter, aren't we
Without success
Before it

Thin as hot air
Cross-hairs
Aimed at
Each other

Dare we part
Intricacies
Wrapped too tightly
Together

Vines tangled
Curtained
Between us

~August 2003, RMKS

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