into the words again
they have no place to go and im stuck like a sinking ship on dooms day, waving my chained arms at passer by mall walkers. little room for error, the margin has closed in tight.
once when i was a kid, i fell down the side of a mountain. a twist of thornage had raveled itself around my hand and pulled tight, leaving me hanging there like some cat on an electric wire. alone for the secluded meanderings i dangled with no words, no thoughts, or time. everything silent as the morning of snow. the leaves rustled by my feet had no answer and without worry i just sat there staring at the hand that had brought a spoonful of fruitloops to my mouth that morning.
it's hard to say what traveled interstate brainwaves right then. it's hard to say that in that moment i knew who i was without really thinking about it. that defining moment where life met mind and i could see purple flying poems blooming into brilliant branches of life occasions. all yellowed from the sun with dimples of happy greens and blues. dark shadows rendering spots of illumination into points of reference. the shadows are always entirely purposeful.
the silvery slit of a scar runs diagonally across the top of my left hand and fades when it gets to the meatier sides of the palm. a fragmented line and im all sours. a fragmented line and im back in the woods, dangling from forever.
they have no place to go and im stuck like a sinking ship on dooms day, waving my chained arms at passer by mall walkers. little room for error, the margin has closed in tight.
once when i was a kid, i fell down the side of a mountain. a twist of thornage had raveled itself around my hand and pulled tight, leaving me hanging there like some cat on an electric wire. alone for the secluded meanderings i dangled with no words, no thoughts, or time. everything silent as the morning of snow. the leaves rustled by my feet had no answer and without worry i just sat there staring at the hand that had brought a spoonful of fruitloops to my mouth that morning.
it's hard to say what traveled interstate brainwaves right then. it's hard to say that in that moment i knew who i was without really thinking about it. that defining moment where life met mind and i could see purple flying poems blooming into brilliant branches of life occasions. all yellowed from the sun with dimples of happy greens and blues. dark shadows rendering spots of illumination into points of reference. the shadows are always entirely purposeful.
the silvery slit of a scar runs diagonally across the top of my left hand and fades when it gets to the meatier sides of the palm. a fragmented line and im all sours. a fragmented line and im back in the woods, dangling from forever.
