if I were in control,
I would climb high,
higher, to the place where
your head tickles the clouds
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I whisper in the dark
I tell the things around
me how I feel
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a bruised peach
or a fractured bone,
a leafless fern
on my porch back home
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I was floating, lifeless in a dark body of placid water. My feet had no solid foundation on which to stand. My hands, nothing to hold, and sounds, while distinct and articulate, seemed to originate from my subconscious. My eyes could not focus. My mouth could not taste. My mind registered only numbness. Despite this, however, I had an acute awareness of my presence under the water. The surface of the water, opaque and glossy, was frozen. I was able to palm its belly and finger its slushy irregular shape. I knew it to be wintertime, but not once do I remember feeling cold. [read more]

As much a part of humanity as the laugh. I want both. Christ have Mercy.