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the sun..

Posted to Action Poetry




clears it all away.... washes all the late night, bad sensation away...
the tv is on, nothing but IMAGES....
another dawn would be the guider.... another fingerprint to follow to awaken different sensations....
cleanse away, clarify... so many words and so little.... words drain out of the pipe dangling from the mouth...
new, weird, untimely....
the birds now flash out there.... fly around lampposts and everything grows larger... seems smaller really.... just have to wave down the driver and get lost... that's all....