poem || Jeff Harrison

The Ropes

controls and the horizon
    comes to the point
cubes     about response
       started down
a little differently

lightning-set went on
    swift search
            watertight

          towrope

liberty, resentment, function

       huddled masses
     (peak discontinue)
     process themselves

        halted near

     the peril murmured
         "take steps
     merciless playmates,
      they are restless
     expect a better one"

    throwrope specially created
        angle of
                 throw

       framework shuttered

           "...little consequence"