the breadth posted by imani , Sunday, November 30, 2008 at 8:04 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

in which your silence falls
drench the impossible
and decrepit weariness
from which my bones
ache and my skin
trembles and in
shackles and chains
i lay in the blackness
my spirit fastened
to the wind rebelling
against the sky
the ocean swallowing
the laughter of
winter and the rage
of despair
with my wounds
open for the memories
to hurt
parting my flesh
with your hands
breaking the
rough edges of my
dream.