my soul is made of tissue paper and words that
i have dreamed of capturing on paper to set me
free
i am a thousand faces in a crowded street
following in footsteps that have not yet been made
i reach for trees from porch steps to feel their glow
sink into my rhythm and imbibe their colors
i inhale the soft ocean and exhale hues and shades
i like to watch the sky connect the clouds of mind
dancing in doorways connecting joy and discord
i fall inside/outside the patterns of repetitious heartbeats
singing an echo of an ever changing life-
time
JANEisnotplain 3.27.09
completed while enjoying the ocean in miami
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