Back To Sensing, Where I Can See Myself

I am tired of words dressed up in suits.
I am tired of being symboled into stick figure and empty coffin.

 
As if a person needed something to represent.
Sometimes a heartbeat, is just a heartbeat.
Let my hands be just my hands.

 

http://redwolfpoems.wordpress.com/2014/08/27/we-wordle-25/

(I know, I used only one of the wordle words. Oh well.)

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