A poem written each day upon waking. It's mostly unedited. I think that's the point. Promise not to laugh, or let me give up, and please, wish me luck.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
1/26/11
the sensation warms
to a steady buzz -
atoms that rattle
faster than before.
the sound is a symphony
and I, am a higher frequency
and changed for that passing moment
we spent passing
through the same door.
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