stonedsour's Diaryland Diary

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Apex

I must be in four spaces at once,
each equi-distant, too distant each,
to stop the tumbling apex intentions
of all who shuffle house of card dreams
out of expectations slighted hand.

I am not a goddess, nor a woman
if it is one that they seek rather,
my feet move in one way, hands another
as my parallel, paralyzed body stands
teetering in the doorway unsure of its steps.

Briefly the moment comes to visit my mind
that I may not truly be a member of this,
the circus act of the century,
instead I am just the face in the crowd
who knows the sound of two hands placed together.

1:15 p.m. - 2005-04-23

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