Monday, September 6, 2010

Birthing of My Heart


Spiraling inwards,
a light shines upon a tree,
a hummingbird moves in rythmic speed,
i am no more no less.

Speed is only of time,
time anchors me in nothing,
speaking lingers in heart ache,
i am no more no less.

Gravity moves me through glue,
heart wings flutter above my head,
memories are erased,
i am no more no less.

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