September 15, 2008
Whirling Memory
Mystery aches inside us, its path in cackling, cracking bones, emerging through thin paper skin. Longing holds us together even as we feel like breaking into who we used to be. Spinning through the darkness, what is left glows. We are beating hearts knowing how to die. We are echos of the slap, a newborn's first prompt. We are a glimmering milky way trailing memory.
And what will it be that takes us?
Car accidents, lightning strikes in the middle of a soccer game, murder, drowning in the Snake, disease, cancer, suicide, "hold your wee for a wii" competitions, wild animal attacks, starvation, heart break after heart break after heart break, love, choking, strokes during sex, child birth, drug overdoses, war.
Falling, failing
Summer's final shooting star
Our faces illuminated
With the moon
With the glow of not knowing
You're next
About Me
- jkvern
- I go crazy. I get on binges. I think things will turn out fine, almost always. This is about...anything. How the world works, how I encounter it, how-to guides for being awesome, a place for poetry, and ultimately just a place to be free.
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