Saturday, August 20, 2011

When Freed


That bulked
thing clinging
cramped
and anaerobically
inside

you think
if you let out

would ride
through you
ferociously

to rumble, swear,
destroy and rout
and seethe,

in fact –
when freed –

turns out
to stumble,
blink,
enjoy the air
and breathe.






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