When I Write it seems I
Di.Vide
Cutting Life into Sides and wide
Angled Rhymes
Left dangling from the lens
Of Space And Time
But when I Dance I Merge Again
Into where&When&Why
and then
The Fire Inside breaks the skin
And births Wings from within this thin
Membrane
That plays the game of tension
Between
Black and white and you and me
And every sinEwave in this dream
Bursting forth in flames of raw
Intent to bend the light to draw
The serpentine sight up thru spine
To dance along the axis of time
Undulations of rhythm and rhyme
That bridge the Heart and wandering
Mind
In Playful Embrace of You.s & I~s
copyright Charleen Johnston
4-26-2020
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