The Corridor
The corridor echoes,
the empty, the cool,
the endless and ever,
the bottomless breath!
The heaving is heavy,
so gasping and deep,
the corridor blackness
is sheltering past!
I sense all the whispers,
the crying and sighs,
the laughter and tenseness,
the secrets so quiet!
I step through the feeling,
the linger still near,
and leave all the pulling
and move into now!
Joy Weare.
11th November, 2005.
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