Friday, May 30, 2008

Access

I keep nothing here,
in this room.

No furniture, no pictures.

I like to look out
through the window,

imagine all the bodies
within my body,

which may or may not
exist.
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3 comments:

  1. Rosemary Nissen-WadeMay 30, 2008 at 11:03 PM

    A window is a very good thing for a writer. Or a dreamer. :)

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  2. leo30May 28, 2009 at 3:48 AM

    Liked these lines "imagine all the bodies
    within my body,

    which may or may not
    exist."

    :-)

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  3. Paul R.June 25, 2009 at 10:28 PM

    I think this poem is a very innovative look at consciousness.

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