I thrive on eccentricity,
impulse, following
some deeply tribal intuition,
indicating the next direction is
no more than a flight
of thought, emotion
which spills directly
from my heart, to the tips of my fingers.
Primal instinct, some vague
ingrained sense of self
Prone to sudden puzzling thoughts
and actions,
likely to laugh for laughing’s sake.

December ’05


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