she knows the words intimately--
carnal knowledge--hidden
and pulled to a soundless space
into which words cannot escape
the cage of thought,
and they are powerless
over anyone but the thinker.
But when gravity gives out,
she'll explode for the lack of pressure
and the words
will pilot themselves
into the abyss
until they reach some figurative wall
and splatter
a mess of bloody entrails,
a transfusion of knowledge
and the energy, the proximity
of her partnership,
a stain which no blindness can remove.

09/12/2002

Author's Note: one of those dark days...

Posted on 10/24/2002
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