the complexity of my emotions..this in motion
the flooding of this, heart swept, beatings
the pulsing of the flood
my heart feels close to the explosion
and the piercing of the stabbing, pains
extend down to that frequence in birth
I am killed each day to wake up again
fresh blood spilt
seen this in rivers
crismatic, not scared or sad
broken
simplified into the feelings I send you across these tired meadows
sick of the tearing
my flesh from bone
I prepare these
like women prepared their dead,
shrink-wrapped and tied with sympathy twine
my pains ease the carrying of the weight to continue on..
shattered, my reflection in mirrors
the victory lies in the smiles that seep from the corners of my mouth
and the kisses that have yet to be stolen
needless to say, I don’t feel as hot as I would like…the skies extend to grey and the temperature matches the rhythm…I am going to the city now and will explain this mind later….
