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Kyman
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 Posted - Dec 27 2006 : 11:58:33 PM
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I sit motionless on the ground
one in intent, I feel what is there
the small space within becomes
an empty cavern, and my own breath
becomes a shimmering echo
The earth hears this gentle echo
and becomes excited, she says
that sounds like fun, I want to play
In this odd Cacaphony, I pitch flirty
echos which read like volumes of love
and my impulse is returned with waves of
heat, as if one with my own heartbeat
My belly dances to the tune of my hips
contorting in cylindrical
bursts of flowing essence
My chest becomes a gyroscope
fueled by an inward gasp of life
that comes through my solar plexus
My neck twists my spine backwards
and forwards, left, right
like the model airplane propeller
powered by the tension of a rubber band
My brain becomes the shore, with waves
breaking up on it, and when the tide settles
perfect castles are left standing
on my beach
My tongue completes my face
and then I become a spiraling galaxy
twisting to a music
of which I am not familiar
but am made to play |
Edited by - Kyman on Dec 28 2006 12:07:12 AM |
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Like a stationary tube
