There are moments
when you don’t feel relative
to the wording of the world.
And your axis can’t rotate
within you.

There are moments
when you feel sterile,
become wordless and mute.
Any axis is irrelative,
within you.

There are moments
when you feel weary,
and you throw the words down.
Sending your axis into the hell
within you.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 9/27/04