blOgbuefi

writing to know, knowing thru being, being for writing... this is me, writing about the one thing i know, which is myself... and even that is sometimes a mystery...

Monday, September 26, 2005

the waiting

sitting stiff
and upright
unreproachable
waiting for silence
to calm my nerves
so i can hear my heart
beating in the space
between my ears and eyes
and in my throat a hesitation
and knot of nerves and
feeling
blinding me
and drugging me
to the point of anticipation
like a reversal of echoes
in the walls of hearts
and chest caves
beating.

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