Friday, February 5, 2010

I'm slipping



.
I'm slipping.  I'm slipping away
like sand
.
slipping through fingers.  All
my cells
.
are open, and all
so thirsty.  I ache and swell
.
in a hundred places, but mostly
in the middle of my heart.
.
I want to die.  Leave me alone.
I free I  am almost there -
.
where the great terror
can dismember me.
.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
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