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Coming From a Center

Posted to Action Poetry




solar plexus
sound arising
sun in morning
saturn looming
low on horizon
salutations innumerable
sublime insanity
she rushes towards me
whispering constant refrain
write & see
the whole sky
aint no reason why
aint no till the day
ya expire nor this
wanna take ya higher...........?
but.......yes time is
running out and
it damn sure does make
a wired one scream and shout
howl at the moon
recite a jazzy tune.............mark