Thursday, November 20, 2008

Unless

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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