pulse
pounding, making room inside
my skull
until I feel it can blow out
all of me
So I can find myself
In the space behind the notes
and I go swimming in
the meteoric, supersonic
eternity
and I watch you
burn down my terrors
in a dream too loud
to die
tonight
I drink the human voice
and all the sounds
our fingers make
like a starving
pretty
drowning at her first taste
of human heaven
a drug in
my blood
a shriek in my
ears
a pulse in
my bones
And I muse of being manic
like they are
inside of me
my skull, my limbs
open wide
even with it
pressing in
On a white line
neverforever
the music is mine
for one
night
an ungelded sky
31 august 2010
kiersten m. lawrence
Very, very nice. You do the style justice.
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