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.
Friday, May 30, 2008
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3 comments:
A window is a very good thing for a writer. Or a dreamer. :)
Liked these lines "imagine all the bodies
within my body,
which may or may not
exist."
:-)
I think this poem is a very innovative look at consciousness.
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