Friday, July 14, 2006

Thank You

Now I come to examine what it is I have done
to look for your small hidden scalpel
which has assisted in the evisceration of my soul

You hold as many keys as a jailer
why have you set me free?
how many others have you moved toward this same
self-inflicted disembowelment?

From the gorry mess of my heart you do not run
your voyeuristic fascination
at the spilling of secrets
goes beyond a spectator sport
you are a player
a player of songs
a spinner of webs
you have caught me
in my naked exhibitionist dance

how I longed to be captured

For this discovery
I say - Thank You


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