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Can I tell you how seriously I take this poem! _____ Could the sun be     just     a hole up there—     that if I could leap     would enter that breach of light Someone!    Throw me a line!    Give me a reason    There’s never enough    in this life of breathing! Someone!    Explain why dreams roll a soul    toward the cliffs of day    Wakes to ache    then stuffs its mouth    with necessary same    Inhale—    button shirt—brush hair Exhale—    necessary glance in the mirror    (yes, still there)     A lifetime!    in a shallow instant’s stiff clear water    (Yeah— still there)      in endless caverns of tired eyes    above mouth still trying    to say SOMETHING!      from ever smaller eternities    in the glass-flat empty.... Please! Someone explain!    this draw of breath    one forcing itself upon another's    life    of beating —    Violence in my chest! Why hearts don’t sleep— and I wind up watching again and again—till I am the ****** ...Morning lies    in the mists of a humid *****    who moans and sweats    and boils her hips—    and I wind up watching!? “Will someone please…!"    ...and I wind up watching    bedspread, bed sore, death bed    till you’re breathing easy    when she sits and picks    her collapsed bouffant    damning the makeup    that got crushed in the sheets …Morning Lies--    with no expectancy    both tired of knowing...    *...The Devil lost his balance    in my presence one night* ...tired of knowing— THE WILL!   THAT WILL!   ...walk away    or continue to play    I could open this screen!    watch the world STEP BACK!                                  SLAP FLAT!    as trees and dwellings flush like quail    to prop their tottering panic    against the blue— You—assume composure...    compose assumptions    Await my next— Move like a spy 1990 Take careful note:   **Why I don’t play chess or any other game for that matter.**          “...and when you're really out there the windows all have opened onto nothing... Death having long since-- left the scene. When you get really out there it's all-- and nothing…”
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Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 7:57 PM UTC
Drowning in the Shallows
Can I tell you how seriously I take this poem! _____ Could the sun be     just     a hole up there—     that if I could leap     would enter that breach of light Someone!    Throw me a line!    Give me a reason    There’s never enough    in this life of breathing! Someone!    Explain why dreams roll a soul    toward the cliffs of day    Wakes to ache    then stuffs its mouth    with necessary same    Inhale—    button shirt—brush hair Exhale—    necessary glance in the mirror    (yes, still there)     A lifetime!    in a shallow instant’s stiff clear water    (Yeah— still there)      in endless caverns of tired eyes    above mouth still trying    to say SOMETHING!      from ever smaller eternities    in the glass-flat empty.... Please! Someone explain!    this draw of breath    one forcing itself upon another's    life    of beating —    Violence in my chest! Why hearts don’t sleep— and I wind up watching again and again—till I am the ****** ...Morning lies    in the mists of a humid *****    who moans and sweats    and boils her hips—    and I wind up watching!? “Will someone please…!"    ...and I wind up watching    bedspread, bed sore, death bed    till you’re breathing easy    when she sits and picks    her collapsed bouffant    damning the makeup    that got crushed in the sheets …Morning Lies--    with no expectancy    both tired of knowing...    *...The Devil lost his balance    in my presence one night* ...tired of knowing— THE WILL!   THAT WILL!   ...walk away    or continue to play    I could open this screen!    watch the world STEP BACK!                                  SLAP FLAT!    as trees and dwellings flush like quail    to prop their tottering panic    against the blue— You—assume composure...    compose assumptions    Await my next— Move like a spy 1990 Take careful note:   **Why I don’t play chess or any other game for that matter.**          “...and when you're really out there the windows all have opened onto nothing... Death having long since-- left the scene. When you get really out there it's all-- and nothing…”
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elizabeth-balise
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 7:57 PM UTC
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