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Rated: GC · Poetry · Personal · #2087671
Because not all love is equal.
It comes down to two things:
adrenaline and endorphins.
The problem with silence is
that you must find it
before it finds you, like a
         corn maze race,
we're all running in circles.

I've mainlined the quiet,
eyes rolling up, flames
dulling senses, while the noise
vibrated just beneath the
surface, threatening
         to unleash itself,
         to become unhinged.

I've been turned inside out,
gasped for the quiet center,
back arched, head back,
thrashing, and just rode
the wave,
like a Pixies song.

It comes down to one rule:
don't fight the panic rush,
searching for control,
wide-eyed and feral;
                   just give up,
shrug it on like a crime
victim's casualty blanket--
wear it like a cloak.
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