we all wake as each other
we all wake as each other
i, particularly
pick you up when you die in air and auto crashes: in a dream
i am you, and then
all memory is gone, nothing but a sensation of relief at living on
i felt the flame
touch my skin
i have been a rainbow coloured woman in a sinking bus, i have been a
passenger on many
ferries, i have swum
down, to a door, white metal in blackness, gone through,
and drowned
sleep apnea be damned
i am you and you are me and we are all
reflections of the larger eye that we
are building
~ ~ Peter Greene
©Peter A. Greene 2014
[Thanks, Peter, for permission to share your poem here.]
i, particularly
pick you up when you die in air and auto crashes: in a dream
i am you, and then
all memory is gone, nothing but a sensation of relief at living on
i felt the flame
touch my skin
i have been a rainbow coloured woman in a sinking bus, i have been a
passenger on many
ferries, i have swum
down, to a door, white metal in blackness, gone through,
and drowned
sleep apnea be damned
i am you and you are me and we are all
reflections of the larger eye that we
are building
~ ~ Peter Greene
©Peter A. Greene 2014
[Thanks, Peter, for permission to share your poem here.]
