Hear Being Poem by Ruth L. Rivers

Tear down the walls to your ears and hear my words sing, reaching in to some other order. Contained inside your being, seeing another side, another life. Reach in to the abyss, miss the dark and hold to order. Create new words aching out, shout the madness and life turning, turning, turning round.

Here I am
Splash to your being
Now it's you
Don't miss, reach, scream, laugh
Live because you can

Sigh for each of these rewinded tears, fear none of little of the all. Small is the silent mad night inside each day after. Bring into order each call to the passions, rations for each little of the old hidden smile. Pull strings on selves parts, reaching reaching reaching inside stars past the dark.

By Ruth L. Rivers
March 22,2008