"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Friday, September 7, 2012

Word...

 
Is there one word?
One word
Only one
To utter?
 
To halt
Love’s collapse into itself
 
The disintegration
Of
Being
 
The hapless fool now in a pool
Of
Life’s fluid
 
Spilt
On the altar of loss
As an offering to nameless gods
With closed eyes
Stopped ears
Folded arms
Fist clenched hands
 
Ambivalent
To
Pleading supplications
For help
 
As life seeps out
Of lanced veins
While a face turns pale
 
Is there a word?
One word
Only one
A last breath can whisper?
 
 
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