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not like a painting you can take it all at once
kind of a temporal experience to live in as its happening
if I spent an hour or two writing that would suffice
enjoy writing the way I do but I'm o.k. if it doesn't please other people
theres a much bigger audience for poetry
today there's so many magazines presses that much more people share
just when I thought there was no more room in my head
　
　
everything is effected by my new attitude I wouldn't be preachy
let things be as they are as a book case slide back
at once a fragrance over runs & the great rush is on
its fine in summer to visit the seashore
nearby are the public toilets
philisophical as prude of sort
in the Atumn I will put up jelly and preserves
within a crowded theatre the man has to be flushed out so that others can take a crack at him
enjoy your philosophy of life
angels you know who you are
come back when youv'e age further
Standing on edge
making the decision
about life,
Or maybe, surely
it is death,
Wind lifts my up arms,
my spirit, my hopes,
As they fall down
So suddenly, so heavily
As the pricks of fear,
Moving up my spine
Explode in my mind,
Soon I realize
The tunnel of death,
Tumbling down, down,
No hope of flying,
No hope of catching on
With last breaths,
It is the end, no turning back
Leaning slightly forward,
My lungs are clenched
Into my chest, my heart,
Halting its next beat,
Is held by my clammy hands,
My parched mouth
Struggles for air, choking
Fighting to live.
My eyes, blinded by fear,
See only what is to come.
It is clear now,
Before my sightless sense,
My trembling feet slide from under me,
I land, on safe, hugging ground.
I know now what I really feel.
I know now why I must keep on going.
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
