Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Dead heat

Silent solitude, quiet mind, and shallow breath
Disappearing acrobats from behind my eyes
Swinging songs of spoken verse again have left
Diverging arrows pointing the way to incognition.

Tis not heaven nor the barren earth
Bridled and girdled and swept from the start
Tis only what all must face from birth
Betwixt us lay a local form

And we shall finish adrift in the same sea
In a similar boat with a familiar shoe
All of us prisoners and all of us free
Needlessly silent, forever quiet.

Without breath or sound or name
Drawing from this dead heat
Spiraled emotions and love in vain
The base of the underbelly -- humanity.

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