Poems from vidagraphia

I wonder what he thinks When he rests his head upon my chest. I wonder if he hears the hollow hallways Of his heart, the echoes which run...
  Sometimes I hear a thump-thumping at my wall, and I wonder if it is a woodpecker. I record its riddle noises because I wonder if I might...
  The human body is a miracle. Its sheer ability to wake up each day or evening is alone such an incredible feat. To become alive is a...
  This morning, for whatever reason, I woke up and stared deeply into my fingertips. They were oddly intriguing, like trunk-sliced tree...
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  Sometimes, when it rains,I feel my head noisesfinally match the real ones, like the humsall cometogetherand  my mind is descending and ...

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