redefining history

Perhaps it's possible, for several sustained moments, to slip out of ones self. To remove words like the consequence of my desire and your jesus christ pose. Or the diametric vision of the antichrist contained in the low murmurings of the throat - concentrated in the furrow of a brow.

Suddenly I'm reclaiming something lost. Patching the past through a dance with a thousand electric eels. The choice. Eradicating the heavy weight of a gun in my mouth. Cocked and loaded. Deadly metallic pressure.

Words don't evoke the same meaning for everyone. But perhaps the act of speaking them aloud and with new connotation can replace and redefine previous acts. Can loosen the memory to include the latest still. Adding to the cannon of images that make up who we are.