a lonely feeling spread
deep & wide
across my chest into my mind
holds my heart in a vise-like grip
squeezes a rhythm, a stuttering beat
pitches a high note of regret
that scars my sadness and pierces the flesh
an ache that sings in perfect time
if I could free me from
this emotion-less-ness
this numb-ness and doubt
I would escape myself
dash my body into the sea,
into the sky
into a universal emotion
and consciousness
and whisper to my soul
then I would disperse
like an atom
...or a beam of starlight
...or a shadowy mist
...and then I would become whole
for dear Cicely N. and our long late night rap sessions
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