Sunday, February 14, 2010

The Inheritance.


I feel the ticking away at my inheritence of breaths,
a dictator's hands on a handed down pocket watch, unwanted
as each generation holds out their hands in obedience.

Caesuras in steps
dancing in my chest, wearing the floor smooth
with hard practice.

Inhalations of grace escape lungs, exhausted
by Eve's betrayal,
leaving only this knowledge...

breath.

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