Saturday, November 13, 2010

Gasping for Breath (by Eliot Cardinaux)

The distance crowds around me
like filth.  The form takes shape
like a light in my heart,
invisible, arching to the depths.


A green machinery
that moves in alliance
with its purpose
beats out its dull tones.


I am of the mind that it is somehow me,
but this sound is only
the beating of my heart,
gasping for its breath.

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