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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

light bulb

feeling live and thinking light
tickling fancies into flight

buzzing swarms around a bulb
visions blur and time lulls

how am I to speak?
how am I to crawl?
gliding like a ghost
who is bound to fall

am I here
or am I there?
awaken to becoming
but neither here nor there

thought I might look
but I know I'd be gone
I'd be somewhere over yonder
perhaps looking on

1 comment:

  1. I like this. The first three lines have seven syllables, but the fourth has six, perhaps evoking time's lull.

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