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c_fuller Member
since 2008-03-10
Posts 52california |
eons then, of silence. i sit, hands folded, umbilicus severed. my eyes are closed tight, i cant feel my feet, my skin is aflame. if i open my eyes i know i'll meet my accuser. this cannot be! i'm falling. downward spiral, hidden haunting shadows that see .. |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
This is interesting. I am sitting here wondering if all the poems I read are about us - or if we sometimes just write life that is larger than us (as individuals). Sometimes when I write the poem has nothing to do with me - and I am wondering if this is the case with this poem. I am just wondering and wandering (mentally) in this response. I wonder what free falling is like and I wonder if one free falls from this life into another. Nothing too intellectual in my mental wanders, just - well, sometimes I need a map. I like this. Alison |
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Seoulair Senior Member
since 2008-03-27
Posts 807Seoul S.Korea |
love the read. When we put our thought in hiding, it might get a free fall like this, in clear minded. again, good read. |
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