Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Longa rest

Music and the voices envelop you
a hurricane, swirling around an eye;
electrons buzzing around a nucleus.
My heart beating hard and fast,
I could see the pulse in my wrist.
I was elevated, I was lifted--
high with no chemicals at all.
I drew everything around you,
like an aura all around the space
in which you were standing,
and the picture is notable
by what it doesn’t contain.
There is a great yawning lacuna
where your portrait should be.

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