I find myself between your lines
in traced dots
- disconnected
a soft underbelly kind of feel
obscure…
like a picture of an idea
lost somewhere
in language of unsung music
awkward perhaps
- generally speaking
yet, suddenly enlightened
made to believe logic
I earned the right
caught in the rinse cycle
of shifting sentences
living in surrendered moments
voices speak like childhood wishes
tightly pressed words
looking for an exit
from unfinished love
notes of music form
hugging rhythm
slamming into the difference between us
before shattering
and now…
God cries
in moments lost between color
upside down
folded into clouds
crashing against one another
allowing distance to form
settling into peace of mind
7/13/08




3 old applause
