05. February 2005 · Comments Off · Categories: imported

Breathe in, breathe out, cascade or spiral down
with full abandon. Leap through fullness. Float
on liquid glass, or soar to heights about
which I once only dreamt. Savor each note
as it seeps into soft skin and transports
me to a private place. Drawn in I face
contrasting darks and lights that shake me. Forced
to hear, to see, to know in full, embraced
by what at first could not be understood.
Pure melody transports, flings carefree my
often troubled mind, sorts the bad from good,
through sounds that turn ears inside out. Could I
while being cut and torn become more whole?
The knife, inserted, twisted, steals my soul.
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