Under scrutiny

I writhe under the hot light of scrutiny

that almost blinds my creativity

eyes with knives inside, that fill this world

That slice my face, that bruise my arms

that tear my heart.

All the while I stare, just beyond that glass ledge

on which I stand

so close

to infinity

Blinded by light - I'm screaming in the dark - and no one hears

please take away my tears, to somewhere they will fall,

and make a sound

I wrap my love up in a hard enamel shell

and cast it to the sea

on the monthly lunar swell,

without me it should do so well

oh free and distant love

still connected by a golden thread

...I have lost my voice

04-2005
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