blOgbuefi

writing to know, knowing thru being, being for writing... this is me, writing about the one thing i know, which is myself... and even that is sometimes a mystery...

Monday, February 13, 2006

what is love?

a quavering beatIng of heart
the eArthbound flight of a feather
a Muddiness of mind
an unstable footIng during
a nebulous oil and vinegar sNorkel
a Lingering between life and dreaming
a drizzling acrOss the window's glass
the body's jolts to skewing Voltage
an unguidEd scribbling on immaculation

12.25.05
originally written with the capitalized letters in each line forming a trunk or spine down the center of the page, so that the lines undulate in the manner of a quavering or floating or muddiness or etc.

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