Friday, December 02, 2005

The nights are difficult

The nights are difficult now
I feel
the bones of my spine
strung like mismatched spools
suspended across
the vacuum of 3 a.m.
on a taut string
stretched thin between
blackness and bright
I feel
equal pulls
at both ends
balance me
at this place
this single space in time
and wait to divine
which end will strengthen
which sphere's gravity
will claim me
which direction
I will fall

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