Panic Attack

fitful truth
piece within peace
marvelous dancer incarnate

found like sickle cells
on museum walls
in crimson and orange bubblets

drapes on my mind and shaking hands
a summoning cloth
my chest grows taut in silence

beat per beat
in fire drummer hammers
my eyelids collide with the future

garage doors pulling themselves
open with the Genie electric
call of my shotgun alarm clock

I rise and continue
and continue to rise
because the arrow of time flies forward

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  1. neil said,

    May 5th, 2007 at 8:19 pm

    id forgotten how beautifully you use words, the rest i remember! x

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