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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