Being Born
I am in the wires
copper and gold,
never bought or sold
living in a box
Would you like a piece of this soul?
lost in words,
where the world becomes a blur
an emotion is stirred
Don't go there,
but the steps always lead down
and this current is blue
from the depths of my being
Maybe the fabric is unbalanced
cells break down
forgotten machines stall
left alone against a wall
These eyes flash and flicker
like some summer storm,
the humidity is rising
and it's like being born
Drenched with sweat
phantom memories detached
and the slap of life
amounts to a few vulgar words
When will I know it is over?
always looking over this shoulder
for any tell tale sign,
of another phase to leave behind
mathiasthom
written 7/11/11
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