IphigeniaSaysHi Posted January 16, 2009 Share Posted January 16, 2009 There is a cold on my feet I cannot shake .. completely persistent... For a time I suspect the blood is draining out of me Other times I tell myself this cold is devastation seeping up towards my heart Either way It's an odd irony Cold feet For the ground on which I stand is iced- over with the austere beauty complete isolation will bring you * * * * I am experiencing time like fireworks in slow motion Sparks, clips, blips, scattered in every direction Functional chaos streaking by But slowly not fevered not colorful just as if all the light in the room exploded glass and light words and paper fiber and flesh burst spreading, spinning, sliding all over sound is another monster disjointed mostly disjointed Maybe I should put socks on. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
waveseer Posted January 18, 2009 Share Posted January 18, 2009 Nice, I like it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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