within


my span of wings in trepidation,
resembles the beat of African drums
heard from below
on a warm afternoon:
mid-may or mid-summer, among a circle of people
whose very lives to mine,
no more than tangents to the exponent of y.
and beating wildly with the rhythm of life,
i long to keep on rising,
rinsing out of water like venom rinses out of blood
because, whatever the reason to this life,
within these veins runs music,
slipping gently in and out of life.

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11 responses to “within

  1. “…like venom rinses out of blood” — genius!

  2. Simply gorgeous! I especially love, “within these veins runs music”

  3. imaginaryfears

    “within these veins runs music,
    slipping gently in and out of life.”

    This is so beautiful to think about.

  4. “within these veins runs music” Yes!!!!

  5. Liza Carrillo

    this put a smile on my face… so lovely. :)

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