Saturday, January 2, 2010


Did we breathe?
Am I just now coming up for air?
The earth saturated in colour
Seeping hues stain my landscape
Fragmented cliffs
My hands grasp the bed
Eyes burst open
My mind is raw
I am not there
My chin is raw
There is no there
My heart is raw
The void of our being.

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