Sunday, October 11, 2009

Breathlike and Deathlike

The freedom that enfolds me
Holds breathless but deathless
Disbelief guides me home to it
The dark memories
Tattle stories so childish
In their adaptability
Forebode tales so mortal
With an eye for an agreeable ear
The unknown crushes
Burnt black upon my back
The nape of my neck
Is frozen alive
The fear that undoes you
Releases you breathlike and deathlike
Suddenly it's gone, the then and when
There is only now
You swing a step out
The moment is born again.


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