this was some stream of consciousness stuff i put to paper


Lucid

Words arrive in gouts
Red with meaning
Wise rivers come, undiluted.
Ears and hands go electric
Silence empty as a widow's womb.
Nobody claims to understand history
Or believe in it.
A man on a desert road
To somewhere was struck
By lightning
Regurgitated memory
The wise man trips on the curtain
And wisdom's done to death




Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-07-25 at 09:48

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2006-07-25