metaphysics is the drag and
lift of some aerodynamic dream
cradling you to the height where
your head scrapes cloud but
you look up and find only
the heave and sensuality
of the breath of God.
This entry was posted on June 28, 2010 by joanna. It was filed under life, philosophy, poetry, thoughts, writing and was tagged with dream, flight, metaphysics.
July 9, 2010 at 9:26 pm
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