Monday, February 25, 2008

Dark Into Light


A poem comes from your body,


but


your poem is not your body.




Your body dreams a poem.




Your poem is a dream body.




Your poem is your dream’s


tombstone to the world.


It says



Thanks for Everything.

2 comments:

Edita said...

//Your body dreams a poem.//

Yes, it never stops dreaming a poem.

reading_is_dangerous said...

you are the body the poem has.

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I like your body!

Ha! Ha! Ha!