Monday, November 19, 2012


You bend me.
I am light filled and radiant
swimmingly soft
pooling at your feet.
Stare slowly
talk faster
time moves for us
the minute blocks shift
We plod through concrete tunnels
crawling and squirming
wriggling towards
pitch black and tar filled.
Is this what it is?
The thing they all talk about?
It feels like digging through cement.

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