I jump out of the windows of my sanity
just to go back into the utter shamefulness of the page.
- self to self, Feb. 2, 2012 (drunk and shattered)
i have gone back to
where i do not know,
but i know my place
in this finite moment
there is an echo exhuming
the silence,
minting something in the soul,
flowering first in the ear,
and into the overgrowth
felt by the shaking hand — this andante
of a following.
i come not with light,
only a twist of a shadow.
the night is absolute with
garbled song
and i struggle to understand
as all other slept on such lissomeness
of beds that i do not know of,
i know not where i am.
my body has already gone rogue
with its proprioceptions yet,
i doubt not my place
in this moment — this poem.
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 9:56 AM UTC
I jump out of the windows of my sanity
just to go back into the utter shamefulness of the page.
- self to self, Feb. 2, 2012 (drunk and shattered)
i have gone back to
where i do not know,
but i know my place
in this finite moment
there is an echo exhuming
the silence,
minting something in the soul,
flowering first in the ear,
and into the overgrowth
felt by the shaking hand — this andante
of a following.
i come not with light,
only a twist of a shadow.
the night is absolute with
garbled song
and i struggle to understand
as all other slept on such lissomeness
of beds that i do not know of,
i know not where i am.
my body has already gone rogue
with its proprioceptions yet,
i doubt not my place
in this moment — this poem.
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