Thursday, April 29, 2010

Untitled #17

As the deep resounding sound
Concreted between the smallest capillary
As tension rolls down
Dancing with my seahorse
Monogamy theorized
Laying with my concepts
Lacing my prospects
I'm engulfed with my ego
I'm clotting my veins
Which is the only way
We might relate
Since I'm never dying
I'm just submerged in my elements
But someday fire will tangle with water
I might admit that I was absorbed
Into an eluded state of being
Where I no longer
Admit that I heard
Everything said
It isn't as stressful
But I don't speak.
Language of the body
Isn't rare to come by.




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