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that time

Posted on December 31, 2007 by Kalliope Amorphous

the greatest terror in all the world
was knowing the body was not mine
what was left,
i do not know
just absolute terror
of not knowing where i was
or even who was in fear

i only knew that these legs were not mine
and if they were not mine, then how could i be
chained to them.

then that one within me who saw it went away

terror sets in every day
and often i find one hundred ways
to fight off what i saw
i am not ready for the horror
from which true beauty blooms
i can only bow to it from afar
and beg to be it’s servant

Filed under: God, body, consciousness, experience, human, vision

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3 Responses to “that time”

  1. Grace, on December 31st, 2007 at 6:42 pm Said:

    A disturbingly beautiful piece. I’m not sure I fully understand it, but it’s haunting quality reminds me that I am not my body. Peace, dear Sibyllae xoxox

  2. Grace, on December 31st, 2007 at 6:44 pm Said:

    oh, forgive me! Kalliope!! (I’m so sorry..I was just heading there next)

  3. Kalliope Amorphous, on December 31st, 2007 at 7:02 pm Said:

    Thank you for visiting Grace! Sending you wishes for a beautiful new year…

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