discovery :: prev :: next :: 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 still... 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
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