Slime of Comparison by Glenn CurrierSlime of Comparison
Her glance flits across the room - just a gnat of time - allowing her the pretence of distraction. But nanosecond and third side-looks confirm her departure.
Within, I hear the void noise of chipped memories and incendiary torment, and search the dank hank of my synapses: What act fell into her eyes as sin or error? What word? What trait?
The slime of comparison wraps its rot around my psyche entombing the dawn and horizon that once tangoed there in the moonlight.
This deathgrip of doubt flings its corpse into the purple pool darkened by depth.
But beneath the freefall, lies a fathomless grace if I enter naked of uniqueness and ego's attire... escorted solely by a single simple Self. 08/19/2002 Posted on 08/19/2002 Copyright © 2024 Glenn Currier
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