Running Poem 1


I have met my spirit

Even touched it once

With a primly havened tip of a harbored finger

But was shocked

so shocked that I beheld such a thing in my dank, cavernous arua,

that I was too scared to know what to begin to do.

I fled

and maybe haven't seen it since

although I suppose I have felt it

every day since and forevermore.



(September 19-22, 2013. end 1:55 pm)


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