hanging on October 30, 2009
Posted by meehoon in life, poetry.Tags: lose, myself, poem
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slowly moving against the hissing of falling
before surrendering it graces on its feeling
knowing it shouldn’t be minding fouling
falling graces without trace
disintegrating heart’s mechanical beating
impulses cease generating who’s blaming
overwhelmingly is its feeling it is bailing
beating whose lousy truce
i am stranger on the loose
edge of life, i am on the brink of catching
myself
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