Open Poetry #11 |
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mark woolard Member
since 2001-01-02
Posts 143 |
Haven't touched the ground in days; momentum multiplies, stretching rubber cartoon legs over skyscrapers as clouds collect in my beard. My sails take wind when it moves and sometimes the water is undisturbed glass, so if out upon it I should step it surely would consume me. My ripple in time would radiate blending molecule for molecule WhoseMomentumIsConstant, to meet a distant shore where my soul can rest, enjoying mango and coconut beneath a blanket of stars that teach me to remember the importance of reflection. |
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Sunshine
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Mark, wonderful thoughts...pass the lotion please! This is great! |
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mark woolard Member
since 2001-01-02
Posts 143 |
thanks, sunshine. |
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