Joined: 04 Jul 2005
Posts: 1412
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Itch This
There are soundwaves in peace:
A flea crawling through wooden floor cracks
hears my heartbeat as if it were named
for a thunderous storm, as if
it were a stone turning to coal under mountain-weight
or compassion as she rests her hand on my shoulder,
the guilt-stricken flea as it bites for survival, which is
the passion I scream as I am a bird - flying overhead
as the flea drops to the ground, and screams silently,
trampolined by the sound waves of its peaceful terror,
so hushed as it falls on a grave where someone stands
and spits, drowning the flea as if
it needed a third demise, as if
the first two muted deaths were not
Peacefully. Sound. Enough. _________________ "You can't kiss and keep your eyes open, they'll cross forever" - Rubyfruit Jungle
Mon Mar 24, 2008 4:12 am
Eilidh Moderators
Joined: 09 Apr 2005
Posts: 1880
Chord,
I'm surprised to find this one without comments.
I've read this multiple times and am still gaining new insights with each reading.
*Goes back for more*
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