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eredienRevelation is a subtle blinding at times
as small as that first raindrop hitting your cheek
as large as drowning in a downpour
In class cloistered away outside its namesake
we talk of Emily Dickinson
as one would talk of the Magna Carta
we dissect her poems like paper frogs
and label metaphors
with sticky notes
the color of the bile that threatens to spill from my throat.
We talk around ourselves in endless cycles
I sit in my chair
and dive in deep
executing half a perfect slice into my soul.
I think about myself in endless circles
and wonder what is on the edge between the black and white
the perfect raindrop of yin and the tear of yang.
as small as that first raindrop hitting your cheek
as large as drowning in a downpour
In class cloistered away outside its namesake
we talk of Emily Dickinson
as one would talk of the Magna Carta
we dissect her poems like paper frogs
and label metaphors
with sticky notes
the color of the bile that threatens to spill from my throat.
We talk around ourselves in endless cycles
I sit in my chair
and dive in deep
executing half a perfect slice into my soul.
I think about myself in endless circles
and wonder what is on the edge between the black and white
the perfect raindrop of yin and the tear of yang.
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9/4/02 16:02 (UTC)!
Oh no. Don't give me a new obsession, I'm not over goldfish yet!
. . . paper frogs . . . distinctly dangerous . . .
DUDE! I want a paper frog!!
Forgive me- it's such a great image~
I like the poem~
Paper Frogs
9/4/02 20:09 (UTC)