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escape

words all out of breath
fortunate smiles or
importunate fractured whiles

rake the coals of effervescence
mine the points of existence
lest the fast light fade with time

a hand reaches out
blind and humble
aching for touch
blighted with unknowing

the feather bright feeling of
joy’s abandonment
pricks the surface
and lets the numbing grace
out

© Copyright,10/25/2001, Jem Moore.

nervousness

how do i fish this cold pit from my stomach
my grasping hands slide from it's silvery sides,
a flash and it's gone to wiggle again

all the bait I have used goes unnoticed, or at least untried
the air i take in to flush it out only seems to flow around it,
smoke in the wind tunnel

the brazen symbol of un-control
smacks it's lively tail against my spine,
and all is undone again

© Copyright,10/25/2001, Jem Moore.

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