Soul Song Glass! Impasse! Revolving doors!

I see myself Come and go Curtains Up, Puppet Puckers Up Stretching limbs, Out of synch Dawn to dusk Tides galore And I sink I sink, I sink Without a blink Jagged Shards, Impasse Bleeding soles Shackled ankles Imprisoned Soul! Blow me hot, Blow me cold Shake a limb, Oh lowly weeds, Let go of me! Let go, Let the blood flow Handcuffed, Mangled Soul! It cant be bartered or sold With Slackened threads I hung myself And then like Lazarus I rose A phantom, a drifting cloud Rising overhead, I am all alone Rising with the breeze To higher and higher realms Without a flinch

I am cold It is cold It is cold here No air here to embrace The emptiness, The emptiness Ah! The emptiness does not Hug back! Blow me hot, Blow me cold Glass! Impasse! Pregnant Clouds descend Hanging low Humidity is toxicity You must know Bloodied Sweat On the Brows I want to unplug To rain down I cant Rain! Parched earth Silenced Birds Who will pull the strings? And let go of me Jumbled threads Distorted Puppet limbs Out of synch Jagged glass Broken Bones Battered soul Distorted, Contorted, What the heck, let go! My Soul limbers up, up, up! I hear the bulbuls sing! Shyam 25 April 2012
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