Anyone who cannot come to terms with his life
while he is alive needs one hand to ward off a
little his despair over his fate... but with his other hand
he can note down what he sees among the ruins.
- Franz Kafka

Monday, June 30, 2008

but shhh!

Again;
You're there again.
I blink, you're there again.
I sneeze; still there
Again, again.

Don't wait;
You're there again.
You won't,
Again;
I love again.

Inside the rusty nails fall from a trap door and floods pour down but shhh!

Again;
You smile again.

I lean so hard on that smile it nearly snaps in two but shhh!

You're back.
You're back (again).
A huggle trap again.
I'll read, but no,
I'll sleep again.

Never slept so well; never had backup; never had faith 'til now but shhh!

Again;
The car again.
I'm mad, you're mad again:
Like family
Again.