Tuesday, December 27, 2011


 one carries
  is grave
   when each and every step
    buries itself
     deep in phantom pain
      leaving severe cracks
       in amputated bones
         from leaping splintered tracks
          devoid of limbs and lungs
           consuming those 
            whose nerves grow 
             beyond the bounds of bodies

there is only this valley but one can
choose a slightly different direction
and listen to rain
it washes faces and dilutes some pain