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Thursday, April 03, 2008

The Way Out

Clasp down.

I feel the bones break like they've done before.
Break into new shape but not pieces.
Outward inward and before me are sparks.
I see light and I feel stuck but there's movement.
Formations and mutations.
I see a destination.
Past echoes whisper to bad memories.

A quicksand back pedal.

Clasp down.
Remove the shoes but keep the feet.
Just keep swimming.

Just keep swimming.

-AP 4/3/08

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