Fast within the sharp
and brazen shock rips cold
and dark between essence and memory,
twisting, strangling, spitting out
and left suspended, weightless,
over and within the constant softly
buzzing void; hostage, there,
to all that comes--
idea, image, or inspiration.
From without a distant, warm
reverberation reaches spine
and gently spreading brain
and chest and fingertips--aware
again of more than This has been--
subtle, slow-solidified the narrow
cord secure--tighter-held
and certain more, protected
in the void. Dark, but knowing,
patient under wing.
Archiving all of these memories
7 years ago
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