slow progress by Richard TrotterSuccess holds a knife to the throat
of the rising rock of the sea
joined together flotsam and fire
sealed like candles in the ocean.
It crumbles only slowly, hoping
for slices of silk emancipation
red tears haphazardly drip,
splatter and erode like a snail. 01/24/2004 Author's Note: I may change this , as I rushed to complete it, and I know that some parts of it sound awful.
Posted on 01/24/2004 Copyright © 2025 Richard Trotter
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