who can
outpace
the world
hunting
under the swinging veins
might duck
between your ribs
might slide
between your bones
when the shadow
is moving
swift and empty
no wonder
I,
stumble in the silence
eyes white
gasping
at bay
in the chambered darkness
--I shake
Saturday, December 5, 2009
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