slow western ghost

Monday, March 21, 2011

heart to head to gut to hand

when the clouds clear
and the angry molecules temper
when the walls no longer
have anything to preserve
and raw nerves mend to
raw emotion

goddamned it might be too awkward
for this world
but wide-open
is alive and well

and it's absurdity is beautiful
Posted by Slow Western Ghost at 11:37 PM
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