I know what I want, but how do I get it?
Ordeal
By Nina Cassian
I promise to make you more alive than you've ever been.
For the first time you'll see your pores opening
like the gills of fish and you'll hear
the noise of blood in galleries
and feel light gliding on your corneas
like the dragging of a dress across the floor.
For the first time, you'll note gravity's prick
like a thorn in your heel,
and your shoulder blades will hurt from the imperative of wings.
I promise to make you so alive that
the fall of dust on furniture will deafen you,
and you'll feel your eyebrows like two wounds forming
and your memories will seem to begin
with the creation of the world.
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I would give anything to feel like that. To feel that alive. Because right now I feel so dead.
If I'm not living on the inside, then what's the point of living on the outside?
To take up space?
To be another one of those unappreciated & unrecognized cogs in the giant machine work of life? A speck in history so small that the most powerful microscope couldn't even begin to distinguish the outline?
Just another bug on the windshield?
By Nina Cassian
I promise to make you more alive than you've ever been.
For the first time you'll see your pores opening
like the gills of fish and you'll hear
the noise of blood in galleries
and feel light gliding on your corneas
like the dragging of a dress across the floor.
For the first time, you'll note gravity's prick
like a thorn in your heel,
and your shoulder blades will hurt from the imperative of wings.
I promise to make you so alive that
the fall of dust on furniture will deafen you,
and you'll feel your eyebrows like two wounds forming
and your memories will seem to begin
with the creation of the world.
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I would give anything to feel like that. To feel that alive. Because right now I feel so dead.
If I'm not living on the inside, then what's the point of living on the outside?
To take up space?
To be another one of those unappreciated & unrecognized cogs in the giant machine work of life? A speck in history so small that the most powerful microscope couldn't even begin to distinguish the outline?
Just another bug on the windshield?