Tuesday, September 06, 2011

slice and dice

The wind rushes towards my legs
parting as they meet

It lingers in the air
finding solace in movement

The wind rushes through blades
sucked without choice
sliced inevitably

and yet it comes out unharmed
spliced and diced
yet they come out whole

The wind rushes through
comes in and comes out
parting as they meet

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