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Posted by: James Wooten 12/17/2005, 19:25:20 (About author)
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Awash in voices, surreal and whispering
To what end will they stop meddling Telling me, cajoling, and tempting. I wave them off….but they are still there…hinting, constructing the pursuit and the flow of thought Stem the tide within but…. Flee to deeper areas and those dark corners of the mind False sense and feeble walls yield before the tide Surrounded The tempting becomes threatening, forceful and blunt I resonant with fear Spinning and turning to deflect the battery of sound Hands reach up Cupping a visage distorted by shadow The voices intermingling, melting into one Something deeper rumbles from within The blood pulsates to the sound An interruption of body flow Systems convulse A jerking, twitching disharmony of motion Rage, blind and disobedient signals betrayal Or coveted rebellion Succombing not to the internal adversary The voice is met A conception of energy emits forth Formulated, determined, and unencumbered A web seething and encompassing surrounds the intruder Flashes of violence reverberate through the body as the struggle evolves Rage met with rage White knuckled hands dig deeper |
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