Why do conversations evaporate so easily? Is it because we’re made of water that words & ideas float so freely, on top of ear drums and off of tongue tips? Are we affected so deeply by the current of our own thought-streams, that dreams, with friends and loved ones, cease to matter in the long run? The strongest swimmers survive Through tsunamis and in rip-tides, I know that I’ll be fine…. But are you wrapped up in that vortex? Are you numb from all the pretense? To sensation I say “Good riddance,” I’m severing this poem at my cortex.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
by Morgen Streur