Thursday, November 13, 2014

(Too) Close

Sometimes I get so close to something,
So close I can taste it, smell it, feel it
This is the "good zone," a place where I feel confident
A place of Faith, where I can graze the skin of absoluteness
And then there's too close
Where the balance is offset
My calibrations are jumbled
All of my settings are undone
And I spiral inward to personal darkness
Like falling down my own throat
Sticking to the walls on my way down
That dark, tar speckled, vertical hall
Noisy with sour wind
Sour with vapors of half digested foods
What does the brain think of all this?
Yinka says our brains protect us from ourselves
Perhaps. Or definitely. Most likely...
This year has been a violent wave
Of being close, too close, and so very
far away. 

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