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Morning Instructions
SodaKid

Open a door behind
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the left ear - rooms
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of light pour their seeds
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into the mud where
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you'll bend down to scoop
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them up.  This moment -
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when everything touched
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becomes yours, brimming
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with the heat of overworked muscles
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(pushing through)
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with the cool movement of water hands
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(giving way)
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- makes the mind
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split like a log, still
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green inside.  A child
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sprouts from under
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the axe.  Blood flows
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in rivers through
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the eyes and mouth.  You say,
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"I see what I want."  "But,
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you've already eaten
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everything," I tell you.
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We catch the fresh
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fish of desire still
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writhing in our hands, cut
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their heads off, and throw them
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into:  buckets
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         bellies
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         brains.  You know what this feels like -
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to drown in self-doubt without
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a line or a word to carry you.  
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You might think, "I am cold,"
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being pulled out of this thick
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stream of pleasure, sticky
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as tar.  But, when sucking
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on each sentence, catch
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yourself - breathing - and forget
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why you've come.  Do not
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imagine the taste
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of milk chocolate or
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of rotting fish.  Do not
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imagine your head rolled
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in butter and cinnamon, slipping
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under the sheets - one sweet
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dream after another.  Do not
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imagine these places:  attics filled with old toys,
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                                 caves of severed limbs,
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                                 knots of wire in the bowl of
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                                 your stomach.  Don't
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imagine absence, either.  Don't
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imagine the room without
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light or matter.  Don't
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give isolation or
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presence a second thought.  Don't
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think of another or
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of yourself beside you, sleeping -
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keeping the body warm.
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26 Dec 09

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Good poem full of great imagery and imagination. Of course not thinking about things described is not possible, so defy description and wait for the flow to begin again.
 — JohnW

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