Monday, May 27, 2013
NEW POEM
ON THE VALUE OF ANOXIC HALLUCINATION
We are given more sensory apparatus than we can handle
at once. Maturity means learning to ignore.
Time elephant-charges by us or stalls out
(You know that's true) .
We obey two rules: stay alive, and
write a story to fit the chaos. What you do for me
is listen. All I ever wanted.
by Maggie Jochild, written 27 May 2013, 10:23 p.m.
Posted by Maggie Jochild at 10:37 PM
Labels: personal journal, poetry
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2 comments:
sigh.
You move me to my core.
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