Murky
16 September, 2009 | 4 comments | Category: I.dentity, for.the.love.of.words!, madness!, nostalgia.personal, poetry, thinking...
by tpeace
floating above
the little balls
solid insolubles
swimming in water
young heroine
skims small solid things
which don’t exist
but burst and smear
a river before her eyes
a world clear as murk
shallow water drowning her mind
sticking her in this dazzling scene
of the real unreal
seething & foaming
subjective froth of a barely
objective reality
draping her
this little bird
whose eyes swim within two-odd decades
lost in the grey ugliness
until she grips hard
what fill the empty cervices & corners of her heart
from the edge of the green hill
she jumps
shrieking all the way down
praying to God that she can
fly skimming the edge of the waterfall
knowing only one single thing -
that she has to jump
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“I gotta free my mind. I gotta chase my soul. I gotta be myself. I gotta find my glow!”
Ayo’s ‘Slow Slow (Run Run)’
[she calls herself a Nigerian-German gypsy which is all too wicked on its own.]
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