A Step and Pause
04.08.2005

this space is now my
mother's womb
bleeting inconsistent these
warm walls of
bloom
ing flowers hide their rosy
cheeks but do not
whisper away their
secrets, wise.

I am a collection
of words and (pausing to reflect
this rain, a pavement) sounds
that mixes inconsequence
with touching wildly

these new limbs, breathe
smoke, fill full this
empty cup.

04/08/2005

Author's Note: A brief moment outside my place of residence. The words came like a headache...which is a good line, I might have to recycle it.

Posted on 04/09/2005
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