Sunday, April 20, 2008

the sandmand missed my eyes and filled my mind

look down.
you see dark things
and you're open.
you're a million pieces
scattered

but up,
in the light
you're condensed.
molecules in the cold.
a solid.

lately
you're not the same.
your vision skips
like before,
but so unlike before

and you feel imbalanced.
upside down,
like if you were made of
water in a bottle;
when turned inside out
or flipped around
the water would stay in place.

a constant rate
of falling
at 0 mph.
suspended but
weighed down.

wear your feelings,
not on your sleeve
or in your eyes
but around your neck
concealed
and heavy.

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