Près/Loin (12/5/2011)

I. Près

Beat.
Thrum.
Feel.
Beat and beat.
Thrum and thrum.
Feel.
Beating and beating and thrumming and thrumming
and turning and turning and tumbling and tumbling
and going and going and gaining and gaining
And swirling
and stopping
Stop.
Feel.
Beat.
Thrum.
Soft
And softer
And ever so soft
Begin.
It did.
Now
Feel.
Thrum.
Beat.
Whatever comes whatever goes whatever is whatever was
It is and was and goes and comes and on and on and on and
on
and
on.
Surrounds
Envelops
Subsumes
Exists.

II. Loin

A bit of me
Left in the night
A piece of pain
A glow of gloom
Lay in the dark
To mock and scorn
Overflowing swelling the shores
Swirling in the deepest waters
Gathering remnants rushing along
And it hurts
And it stings
And I scream.
Words
Fall
Down
Unheard
Unsaid
Undone.
I am.
I know.
I am.
And it comes so soft
And it goes so slow
And nothing ever
ever
ever
Covers me
Drowns me
Stops me.
I am.
But in bits and fits and starts and stops
It tears and pulls and slithers away
And then I see and then I feel
Something
Nothing
Everything
I am.

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