From a distant corner
life moves
inside etched eyes
that lean forward
to breathe my air
in exchange for emotion
unfolded thoughts
lost to unknown dimensions
full of empty clutter
a paler shade of cold
sensations strip sleep
with the precision of surgeon's hands
blinking behind this damn cursor
unsettled
like old and worn pottery
the center piece of conversations
words that just fit
sometimes hard to swallow
while force feed
the sun sets
in a concept of brilliance
like a picture of a portrait
with two faces
sifting remains of prayers never answered
and time gets smothered
while it pulls
energy with deep implications
trying to rebirth me
in the realm of possibility
yet somewhere
between the lungs and lips
I remind myself
just breathe…
8/27/08
Silver trophy winner
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