Sunday, November 09, 2008

My life plays in color shot through with light
The music accompanies each scene with a chord, a lyric, a tune from my childhood

But it is these moments --
when the poems write themselves in my head
when all that I see and feel and smell and taste and hope for is aptly held
in the description my unconscious composes for me --
That I see the world with newly opened eyes
And feel most deeply embedded in my own life as the story it is becoming

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