Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Where do those ladies go?
The ones in the boxes
sawed open by
men in magic capes
whose evil desire
to cut open
the living spirt
of a lovely lady
who just
suddenly...
disappeared
from her life?

Do you remember the days when "life" could have held me from this living?
"That's not a star, that's a satellite..." 
...but oh, she is not that, anymore...

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