futurebird's Diaryland
Diary
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don't go out
How can we live without poetry? Hmmm? You tell me? Here is some poetry I made today:
Though the world calls to you with the noise that would be music, do not yet go out. Stay and share some words with me.
A horse in my chest looks for an exit. Panic stricken, nostrils flared, his dumb hooves pound at my breast then run a circuit: foot to crown.
I am still. Not even the coffee trembles. I button the inward chaos. I hold one hand in air, palm up and ask you: �stay.�
Fear runs deep and silent, like a bit of junk cut loose in space the surrounding black eclipses it. All things may move apart--
-- but us
001110_91.html - 2000-11-10
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