Tuesday, May 12, 2015

6723. I GO TO SPIRAL

I GO TO SPIRAL
It's already too late at night to survive; some
secret hour hidden between three and four, one
no one knows of and which never comes out  -  
except in that spiral of twisted time that exists for
personal moments and then disappears. The minute
between the magician's hands, the time it takes for
a coin to re-appear behind your ear. The space 
between a cat's meowing and its purr.
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'Roll me over, I'm done'  -  something like that, 
when you're just too tired to stand but too alive to 
just fall down. I can smile and I can wince  -  in 
between, in between, there, that's my spiral moment.

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