| | Visiting the Freezing Point of Air
"And we'll never go back and we'll never go back and we'll never go back,"
You say, in dream-talk, while I sit
in a pillow-infested love seat beneath the wall flowers.
Two hands hold a camera, my memory machine made well. A shutter snap and a flash,
A flash again a flash of teeth accompany the moment,
the moment frozen in time while life speeds by. I could beg
You to sleep forever, sweet little
soul, sold and sent my way to strike a split
in the monotony, but think how monotonous sleep is!
You aren't meant to lay in an unconscious blanket of peace,
a bed of dreams that I wish I could photograph along with the tears
and smirks that streak across your face, and it was only another moment
ago that I realized that you, like the tears, would streak across the room and out the door
At the speed of life.
This is that point in time, in temperature,
where I can feel the Panic rise from the ground
and from the thick atmosphere that grows ever thicker, and I know
that when it hits my head and penetrates my lungs, I will sit in a new position:
Catatonic.
Sucking on a rush of red, my heart, my blood machine blasts away until the imminent flash before my eyes clicks it
Down to a softer tempo;
I have read that I should enjoy every second as if it were my last, so I take my final glances
at your lovely being, and then the fear subsides. Immobilized in the solid air, I will sit in a new photograph:
With you, and with the world around me, a shot I could never capture alone.
A flash again a flash of teeth accompanies the moment,
the moment frozen in time while life speeds by.
I beg you please, by my machine: Sleep forever, in beauty, in the reverie,
and we will never go back.
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| | Posted 8/19/2007 2:00 PM - 121 Views - 12 eProps - 9 comments
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