Souls of a Poet

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  • 1.    jillcamp  |  May 5th, 2008 at 12:37 pm

    On and/or Off

    switch me on
    electric thoughts
    the sun on my back
    on my shoulders, ankles, skimming out my toes

    Sun sets
    I’m off
    numb from too much input
    frozen out

    W\switch me off
    I’m tired
    exhausted
    gassed out

    Sun rises
    on -rays hit me
    off-behind a tree
    on-heat punches me
    of-slipped behind a cloud

    it rises and sets
    each day each night
    earth turns and with the turning spins

    experience in on
    off
    on…

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