The gasp starts like
a forever wind.
A forever thought
as I drag each
step behind me.

I chase the stars
as they burn
against the asphalt
world.

The smoke fills
the room all
around me.

Like a thin memory.
So I burst into
anger.

As I chase shades
of me in the
dashing spider webs.

Like a ripple
lunge forward,
and sling my
soul forward.

Skipping and gone.

04/18/2010

Posted on 04/18/2010
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