"88"

See nothing but how it
shimmers,
delicately,
through the mind;

Hear nothing but how it
trembles,
passionately,
in the air;

Feel nothing but how it
seizes,
entirely,
my open psyche.

Being as
razor blades, as
rain, as
short quick steps
leading to
leaps!
of soul; and

These broken
words
fight
to
describe this
feeling of
utter transport
to the
actual
world.

~Copyright WIMR 2006

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I'm more of a "let's see how much we can write today" kind of person. My poems are usually a page long, at least.