bated.
2006-06-27 12:17 p.m.
clamorous, these echoes of the crisis i am skirting, they expose me and leave me gracious, leave me to my somnambulation, cross my legs and make a lady from a beast.i have been
treading these fearful waters
for weeks, uncertain, my sleep
brings me no guidance, makes my mouth
fearful and shaken, captures me
in awkward movements.
i shake.
i shiver back to waking.
split, i can capsize this ship
in an instant, my own weighted thoughts,
my own bated
breathing,
can curtain call until the show is over,
can stop
can overlook
can turn around and take us back to leaving.