where?

 

movements

                   from a stranger

blackouts

from the center of the soul

childlike prods

                to an undiscovered corner

tripping, tipping

                   into a hole

movements

                  as the stranger

blackouts

from the cage of ourselves

liberating touches

                on the edge of frenzy

seizing, freezing

                 short of the goal

where is the cutting edge?

one of us is bleeding.

-- douglas brent smith