August 7, 2011


on nights like this:
when the body is weak
and the mind soft and malleable
there stirs a kernel of something
from down deep,
quivering just below the surface,
prodded by song
or romantic notions of
faint youth.

it swims in the gut
punching its way out
shifting mercury,
evaporating gasses
walls of sound.

you reach to grab it
wrestle it
pin it down.

scrape words from it
carve it up or paint it
strum it

haven’t you learned yet?
close your eyes,
dance with it
bask in it
and let it go.

the fact that it was here
at all
is enough.

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