4/11/09

La Sangre de Tus Manos

expanding past the hands outreached,
expanding past the sea of bristled floor.
i yawn when i am asleep 
sleeping while awake.
wild mammal printed human skin
and organs that fail our need.
suddenly we are living, only to crave
beyond our capabilities, a demise
after ascent, or descent, or
horizontal expansion.
awaiting is the unknown.
the feared and the embraced.
to the living: questions.
to the fallen: an answer.
and to the dead: who knows.

(2006)

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