Welcome to My life in the shadows



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I am living on the bend now,
on the slow arc of stars
swinging against
my sense of habit,
my sense of gravity.
I am living on the bare thread now
and confused,
like the itty- bitty-spider
hanging here before me
eyeing some sleeping giant
and thinking…Should I go up,
or should I go down,
or should I simply swing
here on my string,
she thinks to herself
her heart still as stone
swinging.
Close…Then far…Then close again.
Her seven eyes
green-sick
with movement
and yet, still receptive
to our plight,
thinking she cannot out climb
the clap of my hands
as I think
I cannot
out climb my habit…And both of us knowing
that there is absolutely nothing
that we can do about it.
 
uTAH jAY
 


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