Life As Risk

A New View


Opening the mouth, working the vocal chords 

to say something, anything. Silence is a word

unspoken. While blundering about, trying

to find a way to express a felt exploding mountain 

where pieces of the self shatter and fall.


Moving the feet, entering spaces never seen,

to experience something, everything. Noise

is a sound heard. Afraid of the dogs and hoses

turned on to rip flesh or push freedom

to a drain. Fear of gas and guns is a good



How to be heard if unspoken, how to be felt

if not encountered and absorbed? Come, take

a chance and say something felt. Risky feet,

come on.







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