Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Trying to Make Me Known

Envy the way words break over pages
Feel sick with sheer weight
Drawing the life out of me
Killing me mercilessly
Holy, Holy, Holy is my suicide almighty
My weight I can't detach from
My guilt for things unknown
My words like jellyfish swimming, folding,
Floating out from my pen to my paper
A sad ballet
If only, if only
Peace like a river swayed me
Back to you my only true love
Real as the weight of my limbs
I step forward, keep stepping but find no relief
I am a wandering Jew
In the white hot pitch of wilderness
That remains unbroken before me
Like a rolling tide my sweet
Electric Jellyfished words slide
Trying to make me known

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