22 March, 2012


The senses are shaken and teased
with limber, sensual tilts on an axis.
The sleep-deprived become lethargic
and those who are rested, somnambulists.
Fabrics meant to work with wind are
uncreased and unfolded and draped.
Emotions are overstimulated and
libidos are underappreciated.
Suddenly, the need to regurgitate and move
and bounce and scream and travel is severe.
Even the trees seem to want to dance
as the untimely shift in weight makes the Earth glow.
Energies, so carefully plotted by graphs,
ebb and flow with the moon and the tide.
The rhythms so carefully and honestly ignored
cannot rest with such mercurial shifts.

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