Sunday, April 12, 2009
K/Nowhere an Exile Returns for Not
Now deep in the abyss of uncertainty,
I let go of the frenetic world that seduces
from a healthy distance
while dysappearing presence cripples
the open embrace of embodied chaos.
There is no certain place to turn here,
no objective lie that rises
above the fray,
no ebbing body ably hiding
Between here and now
I feel the not that composes
within ailing silence
a new refrain of freedom:
I am a critical body.
Now here, I live on.