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Early Morning (Free verse) by fevriere
This is how God feels
insulated
warmth
Thickly shaking off
dream feathers
Blessed
timeless
blisses
Yesterday
is an unread chain
my skin
illiterate & numb. Hungry & dim.
Cotton womb aglow
insolar
Do I dream, wake, wonder?
Time returns. The senseless tick
Of the clock, is a sequence, a sentence.
Bit, bit, I recall
The feeling of living skin
skin I live in.
In the record of my flesh, I find yesterday.
I mourn the ignorance of bodilessness.
If only
I was a feathered angel
I was a dream
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Posted: March 2, 2004 9:32 AM PST; Last modified: March 3, 2004 9:41 AM PST
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Needs a comma after insulated in the first verse and why the arbitrariness of capitals.
First verse does not make much sense grammatically.
Quite like the idea, the wisdom of an angel, how your wisdom is the age of your body but they are bodiless.