Wafting twists drawing inwards.
Inching, itching, illuminating.
Dark, damp, dusty places discovered.
Capturing vascular mysteries.
Internal investigations.
For Richer or Poorer.
Inviting inward incitement.
Come!
I learn more about myself.
As my eyes roll inward.
I am intrinsic.
A being that starts on the inside.
One that is committed.
For Richer or Poorer.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
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Great job - I like the way this moves in and out - the flow that encompasses the foreverness and rubs quickly against the neverness.
ReplyDeleteoh this is lovely!! my favorite line is: Capturing vascular mysteries
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this is a very introspective piece. I certainly relate to this journey.
What an insightful poem Jenn. Our riches are within.
ReplyDeleteOops! That is Eva Cassidy singing "Imagine." My playlist is down my sidebar. I hope this is the song you meant. :)
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