Wednesday, February 18, 2009

10:54

Knots, scribbles, labyrinth
Through the confusion, a single red string runs through my chaos
Joy
It may be in my DNA
Calculated out as social survival skills

An explanation for what makes my heart skip like a scratched disk and grow warm as soft knits in the dryer. 

1 comment:

  1. My favorite line has got to be "what makes my heart skip like a scratched disk"- great simile.

    The "knots, scribbles, labyrinth"- that seems to be the confusing, endless code of DNA, and I love how the one strand, joy, is glowing out. It makes me think of using a ball of read thread to trace my path, find my way out of the "labyrinth."

    Also, I immediately pictured this as being written at 10:54 at night, but now I wonder... could it be in the morning?

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