Showing posts with label keys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label keys. Show all posts

Friday, March 24, 2017

Ahold of things


Floating on fingers
moments away from slipping or suffocating.

It is not safe yet, meaning has not been found.
There is much sleeping left, 
I am wet behind the ears.

The head feels the body catapulting and spinning 
on this solid mud earth.
Sinking in unsound.

The ringing of the ellipse, 
the thunder touched the letters as I type,
con-forming to thought.

What solace could be made 
with such furious fingers?

Latently the violence in man will awaken.

Grasping for notes and singeing the ends 
in godspeed.
Smoke fills in for music, dancing in swirls
It disappears with the keys.



Painting By Yamashita Shintarō (29 August 1881 to 11 April 1966) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

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