Thursday, June 22, 2017


A splash from a fish landing back into its lake
A gouge where a foot planted and twisted to keep a man down
A scratch where graphite sharpened to a point makes memory

A whisp of cloud separated from the host now twisting
A bruise where veins ruptured from pressure and wrenching
A smile beneath falling hair yet above an abyss endless with imagination

A music just so slightly cast about by fans
A scab closing up skin from beneficial but clumsy piercing
A yawning peaceful release from reality and memory giving joy through one's hands

Glances are not stares
Focus is not appreciation
Beholding is not passive

Dancing is permissible
Wrestling is inevitable
Struggling in the tension
Balance in the sway

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