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.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
2/7/11
sneaky cosmos -
now, zeroed in on your intent
positioned me to best
align my own planets
sneaky cosmos -
trickily showed me what I wanted
but couldn't have
so that I might have
what I want even more.
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