red light reflections
splinter all over my field of vision
solar flares from the great beyond erupting
propelling electronic stopgaps in communication
temporary static jamming all frequencies

split second terror dragged out over a bed of broken glass

maybe it finally happened
maybe I just broke my brain

but it passes, as all the horrors do
left with the rubble to reconstruct

thoughts are still processing
red is still an octagon

I could even recite the alphabet, if required by a court of law

so one foot rolls over the other
in smooth, cylindrical fashion

each push an exercise in free choice;
balance and flowing lines as self-definition

exorcism of all the crap that came before

love found me there

exhausted from transmuting ideals into practice
all sweaty and afraid

love found me

08/28/2012

Posted on 08/28/2012
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