by: Nickolas Aleksandar Nikolic
reach upwards, only to grasp soil and dirty the eyes of water. Beneath a crick flows next to scatted mud knuckle-deep hooves. Can drag you in whole. frustrated beating of the chest but a tender heart whispers a murmur staccato tattoo into a .
Genre: General Prose
Meaning: The way this poem ends says that I may never find person, or might, to understand completely.