Unless falling through the crack is closer
Unless I let go
The shattered ragged beats and breaths inside me
Fingers tightly gripped on self-tied knots,
The pull of the pendulum, the art of arc.
The crystal twilight madness of the air
Between my rock
Your hard place.
Bending knees, bulging arms, forward thrust, ripped raw demand
Aching or breaking for that body slam of grabbing on
Of end and beginning. Of knocked loose and free.
Unless I let go.
Unless falling through the crack is closer
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