We work in the Dark; we give what we have. Our Doubt is our passion- our passion is our task, and the rest is the madness of art. -Henry James

Wednesday, January 26, 2005

OBLIVION

when total numbness just isn’t enough.......



Sounds like a postcard
mailed from my soul
to the One out there
Asking for respite


I understand Poe
So much better than
Before

We are creatures
made not of blood & sinew
but love and need,
desperation beyond measure.


Be assured.
It is possible to die
from a broken heart,
Shattered by one’s own self.

I am so used to feeling
perhaps too much for one soul
that to go numb doesn’t work.

I need the input.
Dare I say
I need the pain?

It is the one thing
reminding me
always
I am still alive.

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What bothers me most
is that others say
all this is self-inflicted.


Not that I look
for a place to lay
blame

but I have to wonder
why any would do
to him/herself
what I supposedly
do to me.

It is, I think,
the self-containment
that bothers me the
most.


When I walk among the stars
(those of the sky, not
human making)
I am One again, not alone.

Locked in this flesh
bound by this world
I feel so seperate

and I am desperate
to be anything but.

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