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The
Experience
Falling
into canyons can devastate
Like drops of rain on red soil
But
for a few moments I can travel
Between sheets of air with my
arms
Outstretched – a wingspan to embrace
The wind as
my heart flutters from the high
I’ll never hold
again
I’m falling fast and I wonder how
I can keep
this experience
Of never wanting to hit bottom less
There
are no reasons in our logic
And while I’ve hunted with
nothing
But my heart I know I still have a chance
To enjoy
this, enjoy this and the air below
Me will thicken
The
clock’s hands pierced my shoulders
But not my legs
I
can still move forward at the same time
My pace is
slowed
But not my will
I’ll get there
I’ll
get there soon enough
It’s inevitable
Let me have
this.
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The
Mirror
I
struggle to lift the inundated wastebasket in front of the tight,
tight sand
Concealing my heart and lungs, I still only see
garbage
In the reflection that always slapped my face with
images I never wanted to see
The truth, once again, the
truth!
Did each piece of refuse have a previous life that up
to now
Held a fetal position between each wrinkle that further
decayed its surface
As time went on?
Some were important,
special, or pleasurable
And some were just
Just?
Just
used to pass time
They never even paused to let me
know
Parachuting from my hand I thought they never even cared
to let me know
But they did
They did! And I ignored
their screams as they twitched to grow to their former
selves
Each goodbye, hello, how-are-you? I love you?
No
They are now crumbled, shambled, wrinkled,
Old
Forgotten
as they wait and wait and wait and wait
Until I’m upset
by the present view
It’s no real ordeal to dispose of
them
I never give it much thought
The mass genocide is
meaningless to me and once again I ignore their screams
As
they are bulldozed into the mass graves
I never give it much
thought
Except maybe those days when I’m looking for
something
I’m not sure what and regardless it’s
nowhere to be found,
Not anymore
I wish I could but it’s
gone forever and I can’t go back to fix my mistakes
Not
anymore
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The
Hill
I
can still see myself
Rolling down the hill all
Those years
ago
Tumbling over grass and dirt
And the summer and friends
And laughter and adventure
And an idle clock
I would
come to the bottom
Pulled by something greater than
gravity
Reclined on my back, staring at
The too bright sky,
smiling
Half out of breath - it escaped
Wanting to dance
after being
Shaken alive -
I’d pause
Before going
back to the top
Today I might break something
I might get
dirty or frightened
So instead I’ll close my eyes
And
see myself roll down the hill once
Again, and live the moment
over
And over
It’s enough
For me
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