Unfolding into folds of disappointment
'round and 'round inside myself,
in circles of desolation
until I become nothing more
than a ball of freneticism,
inside a sphere of tension.

The saturday of my consequence
has become the day of my misfortune
and the lump rises inside,
threatening to break against
these banks of reservation,
holding me in, holding you out.

In a split second
the world devoured itself
and Medusa turned her head
to face my indecision -
turning seconds to stone
before I shattered them
and drowned in sand.

Time is not my friend,
extracting what little confidence
I had in the passage of learning
and siphoning it through
the stomach of disillusion
and regret.

Just as my mind catches up
to the steady change of
the Earth's rotation and
pull of gravity, my body
rejects the metamorphic
onslaught...

...recalling the lesson learnt
from the start -
there is no hope
in concrete footsteps.

11/09/2003

Posted on 11/09/2003
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