19 December 2008


What was that strangely familiar,
birdlike sound warbling up
from the deepest chasm
between thinking and feeling?

Whistling that comes

from spontaneous thinking-feeling
that's been quiescent for weeks
during the overwrought era
of recent agitated,
yet ultimately purifying, pathos.

Whistling that leaps

across the chasm
bridging the thinking-feeling ledges
of it's about time to fly.

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