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.

Monday, August 5, 2013

Horton hears who?

Sometimes

don't you just wish
that the beating of your heart

echoed back with the beating
of another?

do you dream that
just one tear falls into

the ocean of others whose
deluge fills this infinite chasm?

an ocean
whose waves beat against the shore

a quiet syncopation
a grandiose symphony

just a sound
waiting to be heard

We are here, we are here, we are here...


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