Do I scare you?
Originally uploaded by Atomic Citrocity

hold.
still.
amidst vigorous mystery,
stilled and emptied.
a shell
i am, a shell at ear,
collecting loose threads
off songs far from
here, where waves clipped
and crossed, tangle my
heart.

the memory of motion,
that's what moves me.
the sea, i am the
sea at shore. for a moment,
i am neither approaching nor leaving --
awash in kinesthetic prayer.
re-absorbing the sounds that
still haunt aged footprints,
shed through sojourn like old skin.
i recede again, give the land
back to itself,
slate clean.