i am on the ceiling looking down
at my body on the carpet(fascinating!
time has stopped since i coughed myself out of myself
SNAP! back (it could have been ages
car accident time.bus stop time.Yorkshire night
Stopping breathing is not the end of life
many micro-lives await our consciousness.
Poet's husband usual patriach-hard on her softness
until his heart attack saw him die on the operating table
then be brought back.from then on kind to his poet
change is a death,death is a change.no guarantees
how many of the edge,fall over/slip/accidentally
most do not return to write these warnings
become dated photographs/retro movie memories
like Yangzte river dolphins/Ganges river dolphins
Irrawaddy river dolphins-now Amazon river dolphins
Once extinct,all that is left is mutations ,myths,legends ,stories
While we are alive in our lifetimes-THAT is poetry!
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