Saturday, April 26, 2014

Exodus 9: In Writing

hold tight as you fall
losing the name you held
fingers fisting your heart
an icy fire

stand on a cliff, crumbling
sound exploding your ears
root your feet
to the floundering earth
and say
I will not

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
Fleeing to yesterday
Dangling from a crook

Where will you put your heart?

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