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I donned asbestos gloves
Picked up ball lightening
Hurled it down from the Heavens
Pins fell like people
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I ionized the Borealis
Shuffling my feet on Earth's carpet
Touched a fellow-by-the-toe
Galvanizing spinal memory
***
I collected acid rain
To dilute the Great Salt Lake
Mormons were alkalinized
Decreeing the new pH to be
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Preternaturally punctual
I effervesced
And worked what's wrought
Dutifully, likewise, evanesced
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I ran counter to the world's rotation
Until I was geostationary
I could pick up all the GPS
Telling me where I can go
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I can see souls leaving bodies
And hear the beauty of a face
And sublimate your better points
Before I return to my senses.
About the Creator
Gerard DiLeo
Retired, not tired. In Life Phase II: Living and writing from a decommissioned church in Hull, MA. (Phase I was New Orleans and everything that entails. Hippocampus, behave!
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Comments (1)
Oooo, I would love to see souls leaving bodies too! Phenomenal poem!