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I, Unknown.

By Maxxine

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

I am air conditioned reeds. I create a black turbulence from amoung a tornado of airplanes (somtimes like the speed of sound creeping invisably along behind the light).     I am silenced bees kept in an angry sleep, cold in refrideration.   I am the softest durge coming from within a peasent's ottoman. I used to be the forest dweller's flute, making sounds like a burnt cookie.       I remember the darkest cave where the tallest sicamore grew.         I fear only myself and see the world though eyes unknown. Written December 29th, 2001 © on Dec 29 2001 03:20 AM PST   18 • 0 • 10

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