Friday, May 26, 2006

Grief

I sense my mind skirting around it 
devious in its deflections deftly stepping aside out of the path of an oncoming pain 

 Holding my breath Will I make it past? 

through over out beyond the insurmountable implacable, impervious unavoidable fact of it Fate. Fact. 
The elephant in the room. Its going nowhere. It can't be tiptoed round forever. Footprints in the butter 
Unavoidable evidence. 

grief gravity greaving grave grevious 
I sense my mind returning to it compulsively instinctively tonguing the cavity 
probing the depth of pain 
exploring the enormous shape and dimensions of absence
veer away, swerve can't go there yet ever the mind shuts down shies away refuses the fence 
 diversionary tactics distractions denials 
 Don't stop to think eyes shut keep moving, don't look down 
Balance depends on speed





1 comment:

joyce said...

Oh God. Thank you. You've given it words.

This disease

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