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by Aki

Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-08-28 22:33:00

feeling the ambient air, swirl into my pores, with a mixture of elements, some happy, some angry, most…sad, with clean underwear, that slip against my flesh, while bath and body works leave trace scents in the night, that wrap me into comfort, unlike the swollen white halls, i feel pressing into my mind, collapsing free thought and movement, with inaudible stone tablets, set upon my fingers, and cracking the bones underneath, with hairline fractures, to cause pain, but not impair, while my body extends itself into the late hours, walking with my toes, as they dig deeper into the carpet, trying to find a meaning for the top, that spun out of control, with color and auras, my joints reciting the days overexurtions, while i feel alone, without another body, to compliment my own, in heat transfering moments, when i feel fragile and exposed, alive and connected, unlike the unshielded frost bite, that breaks into the subconscious and rampages into my dreams, that are still…solitary….