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
Water Spouts
by Morgen Streur
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"To sensation I say “Good riddance,” I’m severing this poem at my cortex."
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