Friday, 24 June 2011

wallflower, or tightroping on a quiet rage.

fear of chemistry,
electricity
best kept at a distance
measured in empty arms.
looks like laughing/
feels like crying.

unprepared for the
impromptu moment,
too rational
or too damaged
to let a little
spirituality in.

for even in the great unfolding
there are still
mis-understandings
where someone says
something’
and nothing is
clear anymore.

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