oily creature crawling through small window from atop
a house, into warm inviting nest of
pillow and blankets. all is enveloped
in darkness and quiet.
speak now
or forever hold your peace:
the infinite pendulum
hanging on your heart
keeping time to it’s beat
(beat)
it’s to time it’s keeping,
keeping time beating.
oceanic passion current
pulling me over and under.
staring up at the fierce glowing face
of the sun, through the endlessly
shifting flow of the waves above:
a brilliant sanity.
Born Alive Dying Dead
Start at the tail and end at the head-
I am waiting to be born
I am waiting to break free
I call out to the moon
but the wind strangles me.
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