Wednesday, September 7, 2016

happiness, or insanity




when failing hopelessly meant nothing
trudging back again through
death and the human condition
you had no option but to ascend
from dust, brushing away the
remnants of the aftermath
bending and leaning into the wind
amending your purpose, line after line
with an inkless ball point pen
your wavering words, invisible signatures

when intricate eyes pounced on your
every word, feeling you up and down
before swallowing your solitude
teeth on your neck, and breath on your belly
you had no option but to ascend
beyond despair, rubbing in the  
remnants of velvety coincidence
handing over your key, dismissing
pain and circumstance
with a hesitant lexis, cosmically aligned



© 9.7.2016 heather brager


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