Friday, May 22, 2015

A Poem in the Making

To make a poem I need 
no inspiration other
than other-than-me, and then
me, myself and I let go
so to wake as awareness
feeling being alive . . . still,
as nothing utterly moves, 
and moving . . . makes this poem
uttering itself along 
with all that is not itself.

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