None know now what once I was. Stillness now after I felt I floated offward, improbable as a half heard shadow, feeeling dodgy by default. I try to twist into memories, wonder why they seem so recalled while others seem locked away like a dream of a long forgotten day dream that won't return. Turn the key from the inside, leap out at me shocking me with suprise and a lightened heart.
Yes, none know now what once I was and I include myself in their number. I stumble, fall and land here still, unencumbered by the awful rage, impotent as a raven's shriek, but the lock turns behind me, unable to scream or sing instead am I as silent as a gossamer web, or uncluttered fingers, or toes of lead.
Sunday 8 May 2011
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