Wind.
Ache -
Prolonged wrenching ache
Pulling organs into new
surroundings.
People
So many of them -
murmur, murmur, murmur...
Laughter.
Belly laughter of recognition -
Tears of lost souls
Sobbing of a wanderer -
with frozen eyes
Breath -
breath of clouds
of the lakes
of the strings as they slide across
hearts.
Moved and disconnected -
involved and inseparable.
Unbearably together.
Moving through the motions -
with nothing.
Nothing
but everything to lose.
And everything lost.
Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 10:02 AM UTC
Wind.
Ache -
Prolonged wrenching ache
Pulling organs into new
surroundings.
People
So many of them -
murmur, murmur, murmur...
Laughter.
Belly laughter of recognition -
Tears of lost souls
Sobbing of a wanderer -
with frozen eyes
Breath -
breath of clouds
of the lakes
of the strings as they slide across
hearts.
Moved and disconnected -
involved and inseparable.
Unbearably together.
Moving through the motions -
with nothing.
Nothing
but everything to lose.
And everything lost.
Written on October 19th, 2009