I fall behind on my posts
I get a deluge with of hits from Singapore
as if I could
actually stop
this stuff is in my blood just as she is
is this Morse code is she sending a message
are all 600 hits
telling me to keep going or to stop
I breathe water
I'm so deeply
immersed in it , in her
the accumulation of
it all
leaving me sitting at the bottom of the sea
with no way to ever
reach the surface
there on my own accord
still stirred by all that has stirred me before
I drown in the
memories
in the same churned up stuff
that nearly drowned me before
I can't stop
I can only
occasionally stagger
desperate to read the tea leaves
that tell me what she wants
I am as helpless now as I was then
and perhaps no more
wiser either
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