May 10, 2004

sitting alone... draft

sitting alone in empty rooms
lays bare
& grinding that silent silt
between my teeth
transmutes these sleeping senses..

these walls dense thicket
this empty room a clearing
these feet blackened by humus
this bed a pine aroma

when the chirping and rustling stops,
briefly,
something truly ancient
has moved thru the underbrush

it does not need to hide
for denial is enough
to make it invisible
but it has caught our eyes

in the leafed black we navigate
this mine field of mind
to extinguish a darkness
we have given shelter
with our disbelief..

but i am sitting alone in an empty room
i am bare
i am sitting, still..

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