and in this
spontaneous exhale
emotions
flow
like coffee house music
- a toe tapping beat
fingers
grip
warm
unique
images
shape fantasy out of bits and pieces
of unsure things
isolated -
neatly packaged into
nothing useful to say
- uncomfortable reflections
digging out parts of my brain
from the dark side
a metamorphosis laughing at sanity
forming complex pulses inside my space
we unearthed
diamonds
from
bone dust
shining
in the
moment
lost the feel
of gravity
- to liquid sensations
a push
a pull
the moon rises
looking for a quick exit…
darkness captures
streaks of illusion
cynical lines
that fold around un-perfect shapes
I squeeze myself
down to size
loading my words carefully
and with sick satisfaction
regurgitate them
into the edge
of night
splattering hard
into dead-silence
7/30/08
Adding your comment:
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as well. 
