a face like a kaleidoscope,
stayed in front of me...
above me, to my left,
to my right, but always in my line of sight --
I couldn't get away no matter
how many doors I went through
or flowerbeds I hid in
or clouds I jumped into;
the face was always there.
what finally woke me was,
well, when I realized
This Face was MY FACE!
it's coffee o'clock this morning
because someone didn't get all of her beauty sleep --
ahhh ,well, this is how my life
of contrast, with Eros and Thanatos, advances;
a life of emotional and physical ecstasy,
and, alas, a life where I incorporate
the course of nature and the discourse
of my mind in these internal monologues.
these poems by Mimi Wolske
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