because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

naked

looking over the potomac

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albatross’d shadows
wing their way across
the spongy caverns of my
heartbeat, their darkness
keening into the cup
of my palm and slowing
my hand, swallowing
piecemeal my
spirit until
there is nothing
left of me but
fear.

2 responses

  1. Yass, that sums it up, doesn’t it…..Nice piece

    August 22, 2009 at 1:10 pm

  2. very nice piece. Under my fear… hmm… there must be something under our fears. I love this poem.

    September 13, 2009 at 1:21 am

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