fourth or fifth dimension
the watch on my wrist
lets me know how I sleep
recording every inner pattern
turning them into algorithms
early morning sunrise
pushes the ghosts aside
bread n butter bread n butter
banana or apple or orange
life is a series of snacks
call them meals if you may
planting trees in the morning
raking leaves by night
what you don’t experience
you live through others
thunder & lightning & raw fear
yes you say the gods are angry
opening & closing at will
be it door or window to the soul
bring in the good & let out the bad
now you see me now you don’t
november two thousand twenty
copyright j matthew waters
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Loved the beautiful rhythm, meaningful poem.
Thank you very much, Pragalbha.