Sunday, April 12, 2015

Our Psychic Symbiosis

Our psychic symbiosis seems,
on balance, freeing – the way
you daily drape yourself upon
my head as if it were a bedstead
breeds a sense of synthesis in me:

suggests we’re doing something
welcome to wellbeing – affecting  
hearing, smelling, seeing:
sensorily adding something
crucial to the pot. Unless it’s not.


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