65623, you wish you were as real as me. Posted by Morehouse, Tue Mar-20-07 02:48 PM
(deadpan)
logarithmic rhythm vision is math in motion creation is inward observation manifested into vision only as profound as its rhythm
you thought this poem was about me (it is) and/. you thought this poem was about you (it was)- but
it really be about us and how coming together was a starshine magnificent a cave worth getting lost in b/c of what was found and speechless wonder the silence
beauty be walking through a mirror coming out real on the other side
be shooting shit til crystal appears some blue ocean never seen on the corner in front of BIG D's liquor
but that's beside the point exclamation without explanation the words are a path follow it/
find me, resting inside the subtlety of metaphor staring at simile questioning as/ like
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myself is sculptor of your body’s idiom: the musician of your wrists; the poet who is afraid only to mistranslate a rhythm in your hair... -E.E. Cummings
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