RESURRECTION by Light Brown
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on November 11, 2013 2:18 PM in HAiR
Resurrection
Oblivion, colorless
cold oblivion,
frigid molasses movement
against time
as solid as adobe
in winter. No
hope. What is hope?
Darkness answers
With darkness.
Time not time,
space not space.
Waiting,
what’s waiting?
Who’s waiting?
She’s waiting!
He: he is; he is he,
awake. Is he?
Is is?
A gold coin,
a distant moon,
a sun of face;
her face, a place!
A place towards:
a direction!
Up! Up against
the tar, the tar of
oblivion.
A light, a sacred
light, her face,
a pulse, beyond reach,
a glimmer. Jello
movement, awareness
drugged, the light,
gone. Again
the void holds
the swimmer.
.
The tunnel
becomes
a tunnel when
light becomes.
The light, her face,
the swimming crawl
to reach the light,
the moon,
her face,
her.
Embi 11/12/13
RES
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