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I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Monday, March 14, 2011

Poem 151: Containing Energy

There is energy surging in my core
climbing from my toes up to my nose 
and exploding on the floor.

It moves and climbs over my calves
and tickles my thighs as it rises high-er
and higher and makes me laugh out loud.

There is energy moving in my stomach
turning circles, jumping over and under
winding its way through me like a snake in water.

It pulls and bends and moves and groves my heart and mind
and I become captured in a cage until I am set free.
I cannot move my feet more to release this energy.
I need wings! Wings!  WINGS!!!

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