Friday, September 17, 2010


Steady pace through the elixir night,
I am neither here nor there,
neither in past nor future.
I only am.
I am dressed in night shades.
You cannot see me
but for my bare shoulders
glowing in the street lamp light.
I breathe
and the miles and Atlas' weight
softly slip away.
Gaia guides my left leg,
and Eros takes my right.
I am flying, but for when I choose
to tap down in perfect cadence.
In my own sound space,
I miss what the wild oracle says to me
as I pass her in the crosswalk.
It was probably something crazy,
but I'll pretend she said,
"You're beautiful."

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