there is a beat, a
breath- a light coursing down the
pathways of the sidewalks;

each footstep feels
a breath as the light runs through
the system, taking the wall

and I am stretching out
the veins, vibrant and consumed
with my own violence-

i whisper as the incisions
release this potential from
my melancholic blood;
"go, you are free."

02/17/2005

Posted on 02/18/2005
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