Monday, January 10, 2011

POEM THREE

The storms of our conjuring

Floods of consciousness rush to pillage the
landscape of my mind
reshaping the geography between my ears
to flood the delta of my heart
the river of life
over its banks
down
into the sea of being
to be remixed and remade

Yet on the now barren banks
such lushness and life will fill them again

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