Wednesday, January 19, 2011

There Are Golden Leaves In the Sea

It was the hum drum in the heat
I heard a rattle
I felt a race to consciousness
Every thing became vivid
And divine
I felt alive in the moment
Of fear's reflex

I started to war
Then I realized the silver
Was in consumption
I saw a tail exiting its mouth
Then there was the residue
Of the rush to life
I felt the visceral
My nostrils breathed my heart

There was a morph
Into the rustle of the moment
I lived in the magnification
Of the existence
My heart was still in palpitation
The plants the canyon walls
Lived in the iridescence
I was alive in the sea

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