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A Big Lunch I took a bite of a space/time sandwich the problem is now I can never seem to finish but then this is how I learn to accept and not to wish for such a big lunch and learn to pour myself into the hunch to wash that bite down with |
Additional Notes:
Where this poem came from, I don't think I'll ever know. Just walking through the hallway at work. Sometimes, I simply love being in my head. It seems to just come up with this stuff all on it's own. I wasn't even thinking about writing a poem, and POOF! it appears there, almost fully formed. My only job seems to be to make sure it goes somewhere...
Seems like so much of my poetry comes to me in this way. OK, it's not Shakespeare, but I guess I am lucky still. I look forward to seeing what you all think. It's too bad I can't critique my own darn poems sometimes, since I don't feel tremendously responsible for writing it.
Makes me think of myself as a little black hole, a quantum node in space/time, like a human radio tuned to inside as a reflection of outside.
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