Picasso
"String Less"
I search for the pulse
the shudder, the thump, the faint
slow
push
In the moment of climax, crash, impact
disrepair..
I just want to feel
again
I remember the first time it happened -
it was a three sixty
a spin out, a thrust, a jolt, jagged edge and
a gasp of air; you would think -
not
nothing
Each time I reach for it
I scream for it
I rage for it
Apparently,
without the vessel
there is no beat.
Donated
