transition.
2006-07-16 3:32 a.m.
we will ignitein moments, furious
at our structure, that our wants
and needs are not aligning
but we will go back out, we will
satisfy ourselves with other notions, with hands
no longer meant to be held, now destined
to consort with themselves -
anxiety.
i sing myself to sleep, or sleepless, wear down until
the impossible does not creep in. i have
barred my doorway
against the one who seperates the waters. i
do not wait for signs, for communication
about the future,
i have what is mine, and it is what
i will be after, what i will seek in weakness, what i will teach these bones
(these brittle bones)
to suffer.