i am at a borderline.// my personality meets me halfway.// but i am still Myself.//
i am at that /place where thoughts grow/ragged/and bending light/shifts through
words creating spaces.//
if i were to leave this space.// if i were to disappear into .// broken atmospheres/
of the past/ of the future/ of the present/ crossing.// between/blurred boundaries
and textured contours?//
space is an illusion of/ depth and movement.// and my left foot is racing my right.// in horizontal timed rhymes/but i am still Myself.// standing with this disorder/ in order.//
i am an intersection/of zeros and ones/ at a border a/ cross between/ my life lines and sky lines.// but i am still Myself.//i am driving insanity/ toward the sunrise.// released.//
JANEisnotplain
begun on 12/28/09, finished 1/1/10 at 0745am on carroll st.
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