I fight the seizures that shake me

I fight the seizures that shake me
make me into 
another plume
it takes all I have sometimes
to free the lines
that have been subdued
...placed in tomb
     below layers of rotten cocoon.
I am squinting,
    the brightness of the lightness
and the tightness of the room
seems too much to bear
today
     in my grey...
I am born of flesh, enmeshed
and torn from the silvery star
      that beckons me
          reckons with me
it'd be better where we are
if we could find 
that place
that face,
that sunny stream of shining lace
that surrounds the 
space
inhabited 
by you...

4-11-2002

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