Dear ----,
11:58 is your one-way ticket out of here. 11:59s portal awaits your sobbing sneakers dragging carelessly across the metal frame. Taking off on set pretenses, at 12:00 the choice has been made - by you or for you. Floor two or three. The staircase threatens your already blistering tendons so hurry up, you've thirty seconds.
I am yesterday, smoldering at the hands of tomorrow's inevitable elevation. Yet the ashes will have settled blindly yet calmly back in place by 12:05.
The elevator just wasn't big enough to tame my claustrophobia - and there's nothing you could do.
Caitlin
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OH MY GOODNESS!
"Accel From One Moment To The Next" {#7}
is what I call a semi-rant that touches the pores and drains the pus from the scabs of
dis-heartenment.
"I am yesterday, smoldering at the hands of tomorrow's inevitable elevation," jumped out at me. It seems that I Am possessed at times without ability climb out from the quicksand
of past ignorance, passion, and dreams.
"Accel From One Moment To The Next {#7} speaks volumes of the human condition and I AM
s c r e a m i n g to LET ME OUT OF THIS ELEVATOR of a nightmare!
With gratitude and respect for this Poet's Voice which I hear loudly with "Accel From One Moment To The Next {#7}".
As an aside and on a positive exclamation: LOVE IS THE ONLY ANSWER TO ASCENSION FROM THE ABYSS AS RUMI SPOKE OF AND WROTE OF IN HIS POETIC JEWELS!
stay
for ever
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