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eyes moist,
throat hot,
hands contorted
on raised arms,
a lump of humanity...

the wind that pushes me, yes
the breath in my lungs, yes
the force causing my heart to pulse, yes
the light into my soul, oh yes
the rhyme and the reason too


the moment,
i step, i stumble,
i breathe, i suffocate,
i live, i die,
i turn on the light, i'm blinded,
i sing, i'm deafened.

(time passing...)

asking to be emptied,
but now i see
i am,
i am hollow,
a shell,

but i am your shell,
and i cling to you.

© 2002 (16 january) john r. chase

the closer i get, the more wonderful it is. . .