Splayed fingers, hidden rings.

Poetry 1995–96

Until - A three part process

Until 1 - Original

The tension of possibilities,
stretching your dread
and exhiliration,
until the lines snap
taught, and break.

The nervousness of waiting,
teasing your cynicism
and weightless ideal,
until your dreams come
hard, inside you.

The cowardice of depression,
suffocating your wonder
and feeding on self,
until fattened it turns
away, smiling wanly.

Until 2 - Hacked

        U.N.T.I.L
 
        The tension of possibilities,
                   your dread\
                              }stretching
             and exhiliration/
        until the lines  snap
                         snip__________cut by your own hand
        you taught it,
                       and break it.
 
        ***
 
        The nervousness of waiting: teasing
                                                        dreams
                                    cynical              come
                                                         hard
                                    weightless          inside
                                                         you.
                                    ideal
 
        ***
 
        The cowardice of depression,
                        YOUR DEPRESSION
        suffocating wonderment
                        YOUR WONDERMENT
        and feeding on self,
                        YOUR SELF
        until fattened it turns away,
                        YOU TURN AWAY
        smiling wanly.
                smiling wanly.
                        it's smiling wanly.
                                ...
                                        your smile whines.
 
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Until 3 - Recompiled (Tension)

Exhiliration stretching into dread,
Hard lines cut by your own hand.
You taught it; break it's hold.

Waiting, nervous waiting, teasing
With glimpses of apathetic angels.
Your dreams come hard inside you.

Fearing it's unrecognized shapes,
Lusting for some sort of opening
To shed light and amaze you.

Until it's soft push turns you,
Your tight smile whining in pity
Folding back into your pinched face.