Tuesday, December 28, 2010

half way through

"open it, open it", they said..
only kids want those things for toys..
and they tore it split wide open..
"show it", they begged, pleaded, and played in joy..
and it feels right this time..
and it feels right this time..

torn apart at the seams, they entered or so it seems..
and it feels right this time..
and it feels right this time..

torn apart at the seams, they left or so it seems..
i say,"good day to be alive"
and it feels right this time..
"good day to be alive", i say
and it feels right this time..

(chuckle/smirk)

the poetry that comes from the squaring off between, and the circling is worth it.finding beauty in the dissonance..

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