Sunday, December 7, 2008

a bird without song

: poison...of the verbal variety...
coming from all directions...
no time to duck...
it spews forth from 'loving' mouths ...
colors my day gunmetal grey and
eats away the minutes of my mind...
it immobilizes...features become frozen...
it intrudes on the sanctity, chips away at the sacred, numbs the soul...
it is paralysis...a stillness so complete...
the curtains close...

you can't dance on leaden feet...

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