03 August 2009

i am out above myself



reaching complete self detachment


feels like floating out above myself


i am typing this poem


with my fingers out above themselves


the present moment is 6:39:41 pm


i used to know an old black man


who played a handsaw like a violin


with the bow along the smooth edge


when bent, the frequency moved


out above itself into empty white space


that's where i am now


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