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.

Saturday, March 30, 2013

Entombed

What is a fish that can not swim
gills filled with air, listless little fins

What becomes of the bird who cannot fly
unable to dodge the predator's eye

Where is the day when there is no sun
with no moon by night, enslaved to none

What is a heart that knows not love?
For what, if any, then-could be enough?

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