Friday, May 25, 2012


every cell bounces against the other nervously
electric on my skin
and there is no room

faster faster they push looking for space
energy rises even higher
i feel it, taste it
it pushes the space beyond my skin

there has to be more room more space

And then

...a small, almost thought

Air gently whispers in

Cells around my skin soften, yield

Quiet, return, pause

Tenderly uncreating

Settling back in


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