Damnsle Inthis-Dress

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Je pense, donc je doute. Je suis. Je pense.

Sunday, December 18, 2005

I Can

I can ache with despondency:
my limbs can hang from me
as dead weights pulling me down.
I can be immobile with tears:
they can course over my face
etching tracks into my skin.
I can reach for you continuously:
My fingers can stretch out to the sky
pulling back with naught but My dreams.
I can laugh and rollick and ignore the pain:
my life can spread out before me like a lover
begging to be taken.
I can raise myself up.
I can raise myself up:
I can raise myself up
as the burning stars that consume themselves in glory.

Because it's not finished yet.


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