up and over and across and inside us
it placates you for a moment now and then
with a quiet wind sweeping the alleys of your skull
but too soon
or nearly too late
it grabs you by the umbilical cord
and swings you out into the vast beyond
where you are blind
and icicles grow like stalactites
in your marrow.
above all
you fear being alone
:andyouare:
above all
you fear being forgotten
so with your last frozen swallow of oxygen
you will start a riot
you will demolish an empire
you will shout your love
you will do it,
all you ever threatened yourself to do
in what seems to be
your final moment
and it won't be too late
everything everything everything
will
SNAP!
bring you back
for another indefinite period
of hollow breezes
when you feel in control
and you
can
breathe
and you
can
laugh
and you may even forget
why it was
you used to tear your pillow
with knifing sobs
and you will be happy in this moment.
but don't forget
don't abandon
the
things
you
know
inside and around and under and through us
everything happens.
herin, your poetry is visceral. this is on the cusp.
ReplyDeleteof what? :) aw, mang, thank you. i adore you.
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