Sunday, April 18, 2010

Tumbleweeds

In the blink of an eye up can be down and inside turns outside.

In the space of a breath reality slipstreams into a blur of colors and emotions

Singular heartbeat keeps steady time while the cracks diverge and ice floes melt

Time, a fickle whisper across too warm flesh in the span of a sigh

Choices choices his not his theirs but hers his and his and maybe mine too many choices

Grip it tight,
clasp it close
learn to swim
mind the jagged edges
Let night unwind
give in
find breath amid the fire
Relative truths
raw existence
sing it
swallow it
feast on it
thrive on it

Complicated
Unapologetic
Fevered
Yearning
Yielding

Simply...only...honestly...proudly...

slave

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