Stick man, his gait is stilted <br />From the gape that is his mouth <br />A stream of eloquent words <br />Random and unconnected <br />Betray the pure source of a ruined mind <br /> <br />I have seen a cathedral thus, <br />All grace and tumbled stones <br />The ghosts of windows wide to winter frosts <br /> <br />This is the hidden hurt, the wickedest wound <br />Most savage cut of all <br />When reason is unseated from its lofty plinth <br />Leaving the shambles of the self <br />A shadow person, stumbling in the dark<br /><br />sheena blackhall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stick-man/
