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
Sometimes you frighten me.
ReplyDeleteHow so, my lovely friend?
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ReplyDeleteYeah, Andrew. There's no one quite like me...
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