Gasping for Air

The Urge
don’t forgive it or excuse it or name it
Sail round it like a cape,
its high waves waving sensually , consensually
sea gulls screaming come on come on
Then Purge
All you hold dear, mostly, Dear Ones
Let them go, roll softly down your chest
Up and over until down and out
You stare, empty, at No-One Who is There
And Merge
Where nexus meets plexus, air grows thin
You realize, grasping your throat
As clouds swirl above
That a void cannot stand, even when it is true blue
You gasp for air
It is enough.

Copyright 2010 A Different Light

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