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Deep Eyes: Home

by Kim Thevenot

I no longer need my eyes
just memory to map my way home

and there is some awkwardness to this bliss
a high so steady and constant that it has become a rhythm
unlike the lies of past fingers
trying to teach me the stories of my existence running
along the contours of hidden dreams

i have heard definitions describing visceral, longing, desire
all words redefined by your fingers
and their easy glide to let me create my own existence
shaped around unspoken little somethings that do not require definition
..only breathe to portray their meaning.

10/09/2006

Posted on 03/07/2010
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