January 18, 2013 § Leave a comment

From out of position
by a glare; Underfalling,
a gap with ground,
the spin moves out of me.
 
Tender ache to fill,
grasped.  Against your weight
and careless marks
un-controlled. Now atop
of fright, I take from
taking tightly and
palms set. And
 
I imagine where you go,
dimly into your own
exposure under these
gentle fields upturned.
The safety intact opens
the memory.  Wonder at
what was done – 
horrorforce under
that but just wind
moves you while empty
scales await in hunger
the matter by which
it is to be done.
It is to be done.

Here I am.

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