5/31/2014

Up Out of Existence

Once, often there are more
like bulls and flies and secrets
judged to be dangerous or
lethal, but certainly different.  

For the first time absolutely
captured, hindered like a lid
or sealed door, forced to listen
to its own voice and hers.

Often, rarely they are distant
earth and rock, dust and root
form a type of self-destructive
womb, gives birth to something

emptied.  Something to be

filled.

1 comment:

Marcoantonio Arellano said...

this took for a ride in the nebulous of surreal.

love these type of thought provoking pieces

gracias, mi amiga