Wednesday, November 17, 2010

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If I let go,
where do I fall to?
Is there a space in this
for me to land?

I feel myself moving at blurring speed,
teetering,
tottering.

This void within I grasp at,
let go at,
scream at, rage at, fall feet first at.
Teaches me to let be.
I can't not force it, force of will.
I tired out, tremble out, muscle shakeshakeshake.
Sweat tumbling torrential pour.

I have no eyes
and finally...I exhausted,
I see.

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