Storm's a Comin

Storm's a Comin

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Letting Go

Abandonment in grainy loss

frenzy in seclusions, assumptions


Grips tighten in the building of it all

as concerns and aires melt away with each


shallow

breath(e)


Silence in this abandonment,

frozen in the chaos of blacks and whites

where forms, however rigid, begin to blend together.


Breath(e) in

(Breath)e out


another moment will arrive any day now.

2/27/10

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