Inbetween Worlds: Writing -- Poetry -- So Many Things Move Me

So Many Things Move Me

So many things move me
That of stillness I want none.
I want to feel each
Momentary shock course through me;
To know I am alive and
Can be moved.

I want to read words,
Strung together in inspiration
Touching something deep inside of me
Moving

I want to hear sounds
Music-melted rhythm
Reaching into me and forcing me
To move

I want to see beauty
In every single thing I spy
Blinding me with unearthly bright
Touching me to move me.

The scent of you bewitches me
Moving me although I stand
Stock still
And I am falling
Towards you
For you
Against you
Until we are still
A terrible stillness
Which is endless though it will
Soon end

I cannot understand
How you move me and yet
Keep me still – trapped. . .
And without hope make me wish for
Freedom
Forever with and without you
Always

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