Here's a little snack for those who've got the poetic munchies. :)
The header to this post is a reference to a silly old song i know, where basically at the last stanza you just start BELTING it out: And mah hands, WHOA mah haa-eeee-ands, I believe with mah hands I can hold this land. Mah two hands hold the Ea-earth, mah two hands heeeeeal the Ea-earth.
And then we go all hippy-like and braid daisies. :P

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So I'm looking down my nose
that I really can only see when I go cross-eyed
and cross-eyed, nothing really seems right, anyway,
except for that which is so far away
or so close.
So close.

My hands are so close I can see their canyons
and dirt and sweat and sand and I wonder
is there someone looking up out of my hand-canyons,
all cross-eyed and looking at me,
that which is so far away, but I'm close.

My hands are so far away.

2 Comments:

At 2/21/2007,  Adraea said...

This is lovely....even though I read it over a month ago! Update, woman!

 

At 3/01/2007,  Ellie said...

WOMAN!

 

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