Thursday, April 2, 2015

Nothing at all

Thursday, April 02, 2015

I tremble
When it happens
When the knot comes undone
And I can finally breathe deep
Without fear of explosion,
The shake and shape of it
And how it fits together
Like the proper piece
In a jig saw puzzle
When it slips in
And completes the scene
I have pictured in my head,
How cool it feels
When first touched
Then grows hot
When struck just right
Like a boy scout
Rubbing and rubbing
Until it all bursts into flame
How its motion is my motion
And how connected I feel
To whatever it touches
All my senses tied to whatever
Space it invades
Feeling whatever shape it takes
And whatever shape the world
Takes around it
Soft or hard,
Hot or cold,
Painful or full of bliss,
This thing I become
Leading me where it will
For its own purpose
Neither right nor wrong
What it must be
And I must be also
Or be nothing at all

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