captured, like the sea inside

your glass, like the fractal nerves

            dividing up

and down your spine


your smile, replacement blood – it stands

                                    in for the colors

and the voices

and the vestments

not the touch of innocents who would

give all to grasp your boot

                        or soiled cloak-hem


                                    you walk upon

the grass, spin upon the earth

you dive beneath

                        whatever tombs exist inside mud

inside the breathing mud

            below the suffocating mud

                        that drowns the dead in unguent, sealed


About QuietMonolith

I was just a mild mannered young man living in Portland, OR, until one day....POOF! I turned into a crazy, nefarious, thieving, drug-crazed lunatic. I had lots of therapy and spent many months in hospitals and treatment facilities. Eventually, at the end of my rope, I decided to change everything. With the support of my family and friends, I have embarked on a quest to achieve optimum wellness. I am making radical changes in every part of my life, and in the way I approach the world in which I live. Follow my blog, The Wellness Quest, to experience what happens when a desperate addict takes hold of his destiny and devotes all his time and energy toward making a full recovery. I am also a writer and poet. Follow my blog, What We Left Behind in Crowded Rooms, to take a look at some of my recent poems.
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