Saturday, March 20, 2010

Glass for Eyes

I hold the ocean into my belly
with a heartbeat on shoulder,
  high.
Rain trickles in
from across the room
and the singing,
Singing note fills the spaces
  left all between.
Ting...
The trance it holds me.
Ting...
I am no more.

Come, a beaded note.
One silent rush
to gently hold me
as the wavering bird
flies through my skies.
   Hrumm
Wing slice of sound.
   Hrumm
Empty me out of sound.
Shush,
  of fingers trembling.
Ting...
I am no more.

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