#533. changes

March 7, 2012

living in two 
lives and falling
into a deep third world
crashing in unknown dreams
time is kaleidoscope tantalizing
fragrant and clear and shattered
beat the mirrors into shards of rhythm
between the being and the process of being 
which is dancing the sweet thin edge of sorrow

later the cold floor awakens me startling me feet 

One Response to “#533. changes”

  1. slpmartin said

    I recall those times with the cold floor all too well…enjoyed the poem much.

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