Monday, February 25, 2008

Dark Into Light

A poem comes from your body,


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.


Anonymous said...

//Your body dreams a poem.//

Yes, it never stops dreaming a poem.

reading_is_dangerous said...

you are the body the poem has.


I like your body!

Ha! Ha! Ha!