The two screams clashed
exchanged swords.
Looking straight ahead,
Quiet, hollow-eyed.
The black and white gymnasts
Jumped, tumbled,
Got mixed up,
Till it became a deathless lull.
Escape, run-
The feet were rooted,
The chair was floored,
Thirty five prisoners.
The familiar, back to
The familiar.
A panting, an urge,
Wanting to get inside:
Inside, inside- outside.
The quiet eyes longed,
Hollow, behind the retina
The longing, the reaching,
Miles away.
23-10-2008
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