Saturday, December 8, 2007
four degrees of separation
dream
Stream your fingers
through the flames
of a mid-morning dream
and see how broken glass
broken bone
make perfect symphony
the walk
many walks
over many a earth
were made
to reach this place
many journeys
heartbreak
the dull, aching pieces
of a tornado
coming together
measly
are the allowances of the heart
for when you ache
you are to break
shuddering
in the slipstream
of a very cold laugh
another dream
the thing they call warm love
is so liberating;
so caging
where slivers
of your razor thin selves
gather
over an offspring of feelings
© Rochelle Potkar
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