--v--<@ A flower that grows despite cement holes @>--v--





I sense

Saturday, July 02, 2005

a hair rising moment
the silence before the bang of the gun in a race
the intensity of suspense in the horror movie

i held my breath
for the gruelling excitment
or an exhilirating despair

the future is a mist
a light flickers
was it an illusion
or the guiding light

i am confused

inching forward
i tremble

i sense
the calm at the eye of the tornado
the retreat before tsumani crescendos and tumble
the lost of gravity as the floor under your feet gives way

i sense no more

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