10-26-2011
why
stand still when you can run?
i'm
stolen, buried
a
clockdigger
a
manifestation of whatever else
soothes
you
repeats
itself
day
in and day out
i
got shattered
what
did you embrace?
“i
didn't, i prayed”
then
who took and who gave?
i
said i can't stand to make war with myself
i
wandered alone and tore down structures
that
when writhing at my feet, bleeding
released
unto me my inheritance
i
deepened the gash so as to further embed
i
crested the wave and my mind fell apart
like
shotguns break
won't
you stay and become what your soul
longs
for you to be?
i
grabbed my own neck and hurled
my
perspective
to
dust
i
smiled
you
caught on
and
there was never anything more beautiful moving
save
for time itself
the
rug slipped out from under my feet and
in
that cavern i wrote
i'm
not demanding anything
i'm
telling you how wonderful it is to be scared