Full
Life
There it is
That weighted pendulum
Pointing through me to the earth
My silence has not stopped it swinging
Only allowed me to feel the tug on my guts
Helped me to hear the movement of molecules
Created when it circles and stirs my insides
Were I to cut it only to lighten my middle
My vital organs would surely scatter
Leaving me an empty floating husk
No, I walk heavy on the ground
I will sit still to feel the pull
Emptiness can wait
It can visit when
I die
— April Resnick
Plumb Bob and Haiku Islands, by Claire Beynon
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Reblogged this on gillstewart.
very excited when I saw the shape of “Full”: I’d like to share http://mlewisredford.wordpress.com/2011/11/14/mass/ with you, hoping that it doesn’t put into a state of spam