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Walk on Fear
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It appears in the grip
of ecstasy, in the
idiot abstract of failure,
and sometimes, love.
Illusions coating
the sides of eternity
with shrieks, illusions
crawling out of the mouths of
of gods and myths. Trains
pass all night through offices,
apartments, trains packed
tight with a cargo of dreams.
No one is strong enough to say goodbye
to the world, shave their heads
without feeling. No one is here
to shout spontaneous, to endure
the striving tongue and bone. Electrical
flies on the wall. Cockroaches scanning
the fridge – oxygen, dancing couples,
standing naked
before a window, skyscrapers
stretched towards
a crippled sky, and then
long ago, a child
sitting in a forest,
singing
to each tree.
Lately, it is has been hard
to hide – undressed,
divorced from direction.
Lately, I’ve been watching
the furniture, screaming
aloud when there’s a knock
on the door.
But my house is forever.
And the urgency and hunger
that overpower my pulse
has never cried for peace.
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Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst
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Published in “Synchronized Chaos” June 2018
https://synchchaos.com/synchronized-chaos-june-2018/
http://synchchaos.com/poetry-from-allison-grayhurst-6/
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Published in “New Mystics” July 2018
http://newmystics.com/lit/AllisonGrayhurst.html
http://www.newmystics.com/documents/AllisonGrayhurst-Poems5.pdf
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