Destination
By metaphormachine
Shamanic travel
over the edge
a long wait
good things take time.
Galileo on, books praising
do good to thy tender breath
growing hard, once in the garden
stubbornly jammed ankle wedges.
Move
is now fashionable
tasted blood
brazenly sucked even
redecorate
mentally in the head
for it gnaws
pondering
for weeks
always unapproachable
but diligently.
Tell me where
our journey goes
or let it be
together, so were.
Haywire
wonderful, your navel
hey, wire
shamanic travel
haywire.
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Author's Note:
Poem 10 - Book 13 of 15 - Theorems of Intersecting Lines -Comments on "Destination"
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On Monday, February 11, 2013, Stephanie Sideways
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Watching someone change and grow! Fascinated by their sense of wonder of the world. Wanting to get into their head. ........ Another intrueging one M. Clues for us to piece together . X
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On Monday, February 11, 2013, metaphormachine
(133) wrote:
Thanks for your being! :)