Life In the Momentum

We who are hiding in our second bedrooms, Licking the silver from the backs of our screens. Are living in a differently timed zone Of waking awareness. Sometimes 2, sometimes 3, sometimes 4 or more Lives are lived each night. In our rooms By ourselves Sitting too close to our beds. This is our perpetuity The lasting legacy of our species: The glow that now contests the light that once shone from our eyes Rises up to the razor’s edge of our understanding of What is Unknown. What is un-utterable. What can barely be thought , much less said and Yet keeps these words dancing so merrily across this page. Caught in the ballet of silence that surrounds them. Who are you reading this? And what are you afraid of? What perturbs your eternal sleep-walk into this night? Are there questions you are pondering? Or are you merely waiting for the screens to pull through for you? Into your own quiet, private world, Where the things that count never change. And no one is dreaming you but your mother Who has left you now for another child. More: http://is-she-available.com