Saturday, July 30, 2011

our chords

all we are
are a series of knots
that never end.

we become them
while trying to get up
from the floor.

it's that easy

and we never pay any attention
to which chords
touch
those chords,
and before you know it,
we are tripping over this mess,
trying
to break our fall.

we reach for a hand
like handicapped babies.
and we expect
and demand that very hand
to untie us
at the center.

it's like we were never aware
of the capabilities
of those hands
connected
to our wrists.

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