Friday, March 29, 2013

Just That.

A new breath
Comes in light,
In a situation
of what I take my time
To understand
Of what I gave up.

A face is born
In the pulse and
It trembles,
It asks me
"how do I walk through mud"
I lie down to
Look at my mind.

I melt, I know it can too,
In some time, I feel it,
It feels like a rock,
I call it new hence, this breath,
I learn that a fear loves to
Imagine itself,
To be rational.


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