"Take my hand"
Feb. 14th, 2007 10:32 am
Urban Cave Painting
January 26th, 2006
~Rob M.
The Blind Leading the Blind
Take my hand. There are two of us in this cave.
The sound you hear is water; you will hear it forever.
The ground you walk on is rock. I have been here before.
People come here to be born, to discover, to kiss,
to dream, and to dig and to kill. Watch for the mud.
Summer blows in with scent of horses and roses;
fall with the sound of sound breaking; winter shoves
its empty sleeve down the dark of your throat.
You will learn toads from diamonds, the fist from palm,
love from the sweat of love, falling from flying.
There are a thousand turnoffs. I have been here before.
Once I fell off a precipice. Once I found gold.
Once I stumbled on murder, the thin parts of a girl.
Walk on, keep walking, there are axes above us.
Watch for the occasional bits and bubbles of light —
Birthdays for you, recognitions: yourself, another.
Watch for the mud. Listen for bells, for beggars.
Something with wings went crazy against my chest once.
There are two of us here. Touch me.
~"The Blind Leading the Blind"
Alive Together: New and Selected Poems
Lisel Mueller
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on 2007-02-14 04:05 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-02-14 05:09 pm (UTC)bot the image and the words.
reminds me of something i
attempted to skritch down
but could never make it fuse.
good to know it's been said
better than i ever could.
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on 2007-02-14 07:40 pm (UTC)Happy Valentines Day btw!
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on 2007-02-14 07:45 pm (UTC)right back atcha... :: bats eyelashes ::