28.8.07

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It is not a heart, it is an ocean
It is not a nervous system, it is rain
It isn't inside us, we are inside it
You are the rock it uses for a pillow

It is not a boat, but the river itself
It doesn't flow until we start swimming
It is not the light; rather, it is our eyes
It is not your pupil, but a garden

They are not your irises they are everyone's.
It is not the rain you are.
It isn't a river until you jump in.
It's not a garden unless you become lost in it
whose flowers belong to no one but ourselves.

It is the stone held onto for warmth,
the one you pluck from your ribcage
and give away.
It is not the warmth you then
receive from another,
but the medium of exchange itself.

We are not the executors.
We are the spare change
it leaves for the homeless

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Jim said...

most excellent. I have a couple comments, but I'll tell ya when I sees ya, 'cuz my fingers is tired and I'm lazy.

PS: if you check out my MySpace again (content updated, and new blogs), tell me if the slow loading's gone. I removed a bunch of widgets, two video, that I'd installed.