if you allow your eyes to linger
transfixed on images of the past
you'll discover yourself drowning
gasping and wheezing for breath
your heart will freeze mid-beat
with mind deep in thought;
and your soul will slip away
floating between dying trees
you will attempt to catch yourself
and hastily stitch the mistakes shut
as dreams collect, stacked upon the last
expanding, collapsing, imploding-
before you can adjust your vision
onto the day swiftly drawing near
you will be sinking into a spiral
spinning as a top on granite
and the staircase will have gained
nearly ten additional flights
of uneccassary steps you must climb
in order to relieve yourself of the pressure.
- 3 March 2010
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