ribbons

©BurgsEye 2006

The push of Papa and Rangi's sons

drove the wedge of others lives
between the love locked
heaven torn from earth
leaves a fraying ribbon
of delusive space
to cut trees, fly jets
fill the oceans
a vast place
between body and soul
canvas' to colour
with no thing but doodles
justification for existence
contemplating nothing
ever building
travelators to the sky
through the atmosphere
past the stars
through black holes
from one emptiness to another.