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A Poem by Pi Cee

The last second chance
to pick back up the pieces
the minute after you see
all the little broken shards.

That song,
that turns sound into feel
and a tiny hole opens up again
 in the middle of your chest.

The hurt, that you can't get back.

Like this,
in snapshots with moving color.
Flowing together,
but held tight with invisible strings.

Strings that connect you to the sunlight
shining through a windshield he hasn't cleaned for a while.
A hot day, with air that vibrates on your skin,
that opens your mouth in this irrepressible smile.
The feeling, of being a bubbly, buzzing, watchful,

All a part of the same quilt
on which you press these little snaps
of color and motion and memory,
to keep you comfortable and warm those long winter nights.

© 2014 Pi Cee

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I loved the way you described the idea of being connected to past moments via threads and how those threads, like nerves reaact to certain stimuli and then bring back a feeling of a point in time that was refreshing or grand.
I can relate to it in how it connects to the sunlight. It's the rays of sunlight that I believe have always been a trigger for such threads. Probably makes sense in that I've always believed I'm solor powered! =D

Wonderful ink!

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Pi Cee
Pi Cee

Parkersburg, WV

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