Response to Poetic "Simplicity"
My roommate is a brain.
While the lights outside are dimming-
While my thoughts are fervent swimming-
While I, I sit alone.
No sound she makes, but lumps & gushes.
As lights would rise: be lightened!
I struggle holding onto thoughts:
spinning, thinning, multiplying,
feasting, expanding, spreading,
tensing, fighting, making...
Too many to write.
Too many to hold.
Too many to think.
But at least there is the brain that is my roommate.
EG
Oct 20, 2010
1:15pm
