April 9, 2009
I could fall to the center of the earth.
No harm done.
No where to be found.
Yet, I lie there in slumber.

Does my body feel cool?
Does my body feel warmth?
I tremble at the thought
Of someone finding me

It's so unclear
To me.
The misty air sooths
The unknowing.

The unknowing sanity
The growing desire
Will power.
To know, the unknowing.

Will someone find me?
Meditation enlightened.
I am.
The all-knowing.

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Sar Bagar said...
Dec. 23, 2009 at 9:46 pm
all your poems are the truth.<br /> im sick of in school its like the backpack crap . and the cow and what is a simalie. but someone should show us these, the real world. and so well written!
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