ripple resonance, like lost learning.

by grey

Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-08-08 02:51:00

sometimes I feel out of this:

out of this woodworld, out of this precusive sensitive danger zone.
when I know that all it takes is one word misplaced, to frenzy fire.

and so…
my eyes, the lake, are dark, is rippling, and pooling, the surface, of my soul, is like:

soul skin.
deeper effected,
neglected effected.
My problem is, it cant break, my soul skin.
My problem is, underneath it, the light isn’t.

and I’m like a fisherman looking for a trophy beneath the surface. Looking, where the light isn’t. looking between ripples, where the boat creases the pool.

No one side is the real I feel.
The other on or under is where I want my reel. (real)

The real problem is out of the boat is where I need to get.
(leave my real)
But my feet get wettened, and chilled. Afraid of the wet.
so I don’t.
because of the sole reason.
“soul”








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