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Mar 2015
it occurs to me
as for a Saturday sunrise,
I'm awaiting,
witness testifying
to the
glory of the glorious,
which color-selected sky today is
pale young girl
wallpaper pink aglow dominatrixed


it occurs to me
there are probably
Thousands
of us
composing, lyric evolving,
at this exact
same minute
all over the world

see visionary behind the eyelids
scenarios, YouTube videos,
all my own, of

words tumbling,
letters individual
joining up, forming,
breaking bad,
reforming,
until and unto
combinations satisfactory

falling
from the sky
fresh direct into our heads,
the random draw
of what we will
"create"

regifted from the universe

this was my daily selection, bread,
that I did not choose, but make believe,
I did

our only choice,
none

here I am again smiley face,
as it occurs to me,*
grinning silly
thinking
I can improve
on sunrises and
poems that arrived
fully formed...
Written by
Nat Lipstadt  M/nyc
(M/nyc)   
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