(By Sil, the 8th of August, 2011)
Slip into the hour
A pocket of sanity
Let loose
Until we won’t know
What is yours, what is mine
Entangled humanity
Shared space; shared madness
And in this dance
We’ll slouch in tandem
We’ll tap our misery away
Stretch a leg
Itch in the head
Synchronised breathing
I get to see the hole between your legs
Your worn-out soles
And maybe you’ll notice a few things, too
My delinquency
Penchant for a dance with death
I am not steadfast
God knows I wobble
God knows I’m only two steps ahead
And I’ve been walking for years
Monday, 8 August 2011
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