Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

Give All Up

fifty seven pieces of chewn leather
held together with crudely sewn string
and no matter what you do, you can’t give up.
it might only be the loosest of bonds
the most fleeting aquaintance between union and division
but no matter what you do, you can’t give up.
buried deep under woolen layers to keep
the essence of soul from seeping out
but no matter what you do, you can’t give up
bound mute by expression, lost for words
unable to explain, complain, decry, or inflame
but no matter what you do, you can’t give up.
watching and waiting for the dawn to come
so night brings the right to scratch at numb
but no matter what you do, you can’t give up
calming fraying boiled nerves with spits and spots of
tingled ice-fringed instrumental nerve-jangle
but no matter what you do…

dream in landscapes to soak the ear placed to the ground
hearing understanding encased in sound

we may be nothing

but

no matter what you do, you can’t give up.

Lovely :)

How come you ALWAYS get it right?

Ha ha ha.

Masterful.

Doobrie : thank you very much. except it’s a bit too “eep” to be “lovely”…hmm.

Andophiroxia : sometimes, perhaps one just has to acknowledge that many people think many things…so some of them stand a little chance of being the same?

Perhaps true. One cannot really show the layers of the human mind so much, but at the same can express all or the very top dermis of such things.

Perhaps there is some similarity. It is hard to know the full facet of your mind. Sometimes I suprise myself every day.

I have decided that in amongst the abundance and the overwhelming range and variety of your words, I absolutely love your poems the most.

andophiroxia: the certainty of chance and possibility and a little…similarity… yes.

Mr Witness: Thank you very much. um. Thank you. I think out of all your writing, i love your words the most…

Yes, you can’t give up.

This is lovely :)

thank you, Camille…