The Experience of Hearing Poetry


Warm laps of water beat down my skin.  I feel reknewed again.  Its a soft beating rhythmn that pierces my soul,  A constant shift in tone that makes my heart tighten.  I feel the flow down my body to my toes as Im eaten inside out,  Gorge upon my emotions as the voice takes me slowly.  Then I am gone, lost entirely to sound and feel.  I am no longer a bound human soul, I am a thought,  Unrestrained and held only by the minds that keep me,  So keep me. 


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