Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Pendulous Thought

From my memory
Comes the fist
That hits me back down
To the start.

Beating me,
Killing me with

Don't make me relive
Those awful moments.

Don't make me view
Those tearful moments.

Don't force me to remember
Those rusty junctures where I
Was loose with my words.

Stop the bum rush of grief,
I refuse to handle it.

From within, my heart or soul, or mind
Comes the countrified notions
That lead me to
The water
But doesn't force me
To drink.

They bring me back to here.

I don't know what for,
There is no why. There's no

Psychic distance sequestered here.

May 4, 2005

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