I feel the essence of a person is in their indescribable nature; that which escapes the misleading confines of structure and words.
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....and as the beams came down and the fire consumed us, we clinched and gasped and grasped each other and realized in those few seconds - those things of which which we never spoke of. It whispered into your ear.......
I knelt by your side and counted your breaths
Each one a feather whisper against my eardrum
The rise and fall of 1's and 2's as they numbered its quiet hum
While the air that you swim in sleep, that falls out of your mouth in dreams
Is the same that collected in the corners of what I now speak
What is now and what is not is above and below what it now seems
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....and maybe one day we will awake and realize: this is not our home, these are not our clothes, these are not our friends, these are not our words, this is not our job- but then see it is simply a matter of semantics. These things are not us, but not simply just that....something more, but not that which we could describe...
....and so the inferno consumes us, blistering heat and oxygen escaping. But within that chaos, we found another:
....arm against arm, cheek to cheek, we breathed in
unison.
as our ephemeral breath intertwined and receded,
a breeze drew circles on our naked backs.
we turned to look
and all the beast went away.
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I play guitar for
vertigo- music is my life.
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