Th e Other Side

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There is a hole in my heart

The word You was emblazoned

And burned right through

To the other side.

And though

This colourless world may never be to my liking

Or understanding even as I walk in these

Spaces of myself,

I still

Search for the heir apparent

Inside the womb of my creation,

Words to live by,

Even as my orchestrated deeds of the disenchanted

Are pulling me apart at the seams,

And as I sewed and sewed my own shroud

I gathered this cloth of idol worship close around me,

For I was cold and bare

I noticed the cloth was heavy with sound,

From nowhere and nothing, colours came forth,

Pouring their essence into an abstraction of my Soul,

And like a Brahms piano concerto,

Deft fingers passed,

Skimmed the surface of my skin,

And left markings on the quicksilver Moon,

Shining.

 

 

Love,

Ana

 

5/30/06