February 13, 2012

• 48 - Potential

  I need something to hold my head.

  It's separated from my body in an age where necks don't exist.

  Like a broken handle of an old, splintery broom.

  Why because you've caught me

  at the moment the pendulum achieves stillness

  at its peak of potential energy

  in the moment of suspension before

  the swing.

  There are no defenses, no reasons for

  the punch of time,

  so give me

  minutes, seconds, moments,

  please

  and I'll show you my kinetic energy.

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