Wednesday, April 24, 2013

4.24.13 FIND YOURSELF, For Senet


Do you remember
how your flesh crawled
 your eyes stung
breath caught;
prey silenced in the bush?

Do you remember how your
mouth soured your
sense of smell tangled with your
hope, all twisted, and then
fallen ?

Oh, dearest, remember
the moment when it
all stilled
frozen in time
and you, too,
became  the carrion

Only decades later to
find yourself yet alive
breathing, the entire
conviction simply a
repast of some sad
declination of your
truth

declination- a bending away

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