Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Ashwin - 5th one

I reach my hand out

Into an embryo, opening

Like a crack in the sky.

I feel the rain on the other side.

Watch as I stand still,

On the corner of a black ice slab.

Like a current sweeping,

Washing wide this wild world,

Like weeping dreams,

(A once picture-perfect frame.)

My ears fade away,

The echoing image, trapped,

In the backdoor behind my eyes;

The same image yet

We carry in the lines of our smiles.

An ending worth,

A feeling I drown myself in,

Within the loop of an uncertain end.

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