Sinking/Floating
I’m of a mind to sit still as
The thought of you becomes a whisper pecking at my lips,
Shoulders weighted by mountains
And supported by arms tied to marionette strings,
Sink deep down like into quicksand
And remnants of thought escape like cartoon fumes from my ears,
Leaving only one thought left in the blush of my cheeks.
The whispers fight to escape and the blush only reddens as beads of sweat
trickle down sinking mountains and patter drums of thunder, washing
away a certain stench that permeates from the stress of inertia,
That whiplash which leaves us beheaded and begotten with heady thoughts,
That whiplash which leaves us threaded as a knot in a mosaic that was,
Thrusting forward from the neck down into what is,
Fuck that.
I’m of a mind to sit still.
And by still I mean still,
The thrill of sitting and waiting
For the next sign of momentum,
For the inertia to punch me in the face
Being chased by a concept of reality
And losing it in daydreaming fantasy
Eyelids sink like into quicksand,
And Beads of sweat trickle down sinking mountains and patter drums of thunder,
And with every beat I am cleansed,
And with every beat the strings tied to my fingertips grow taut and slowly pull upwards
They allow me to defy gravity
And I am flying,
And I am at rest,
And I am sitting still.
Moments flutter by in their chaos,
In their responsibility,
In their duty.
I float as I sit still and rest,
I count the moments by with a smile on my face
No matter how fast they go,
I’m not going anywhere,
And neither are they/them.
There are no strings on me,
I don’t need them.
I’m light as whispers tucking at my lips,
I’m light as the movement made from sitting still.
I’m light as a cat-and-mouse chase,
I’m light as the single thought left
The only thought which moves me even as I’m still.
The only thought which evades capture as I do.
About the Creator
Jorge Goyco Díaz
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Puerto Rican Poet/Author
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