Monday, April 16, 2012

Acceleration

hearing the glass shatter before collision
the blur of what I am
racing the past to see who gets there first
growing into a mind that has stretched
beyond its map
Photo by Kathleen Keagy

I am
is not
what
I am

acceleration
grasping at wisps of yesterday
watching the pictures change 
on the screen of my eyes
the present
earthquakes under foot
my selves opening like nested dolls

can't get past the beginning of the story
rewriting, rewriting, rewriting

not wanting to leave
but knowing survival depends
on shedding my skin

acceleration
watching cells grow and die in elapsed time
meeting the face already reflected in the mirror


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