long nights

long night

when realization comes...

 i type on a small blue plastic typewriter

there is a bulb in the ceiling

 

that makes

shadows under my hands

shadows operate my hands

 

the shadows make these poems

by making my hands

 

go faster and faster

until the shadows

 

go faster than the mind that thinks them

 

 

Reviews

[paul]

just... stunningly beautiful

[Emily B]

i am thankful for the shadows, just as i am thankful for the hands

[Ed Hart]

oooh, this is good

[...]

. magical ... just so magical ...
. an amazing image ...