Vamp through idyllic darkness
The silent void willing to cradle you for a while
Only a while
Dance alone
Dance together
Just move in any case
Guidance is subjective
Available only through wicked heat and token redemption
Sit center
Sit still
Let the lack of motion propel you to unearthly heights
Those suggested by derelicts which spot the dormant horizon
In they walk
In they stammer
Leveling granite and assumptions with every stumble
Cozy in the still life which captures blooms and blemishes
Searching for core which alludes even the earnest traveler
And the original sin leaves a pedestrian skid mark against the surface that dares not breathe a word.
(9/3/10)
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