Rush

Caught on the existence plane
we swift through sinking fury and tactless pain.
we surge through time, through space, through mind
we lose our lost and screech through find.

Scurrying with wind and wept hope's claim
we'll war with the wakers and sleep with the rain.
we'll rush in addendum, our worlds are momentum,
we'll hang up our precious and never forgive them

Rainbough Bouchard
copyright 1999
 

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