poetry by j matthew waters

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
all rights reserved

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2 thoughts on “fourth or fifth dimension

  1. Loved the beautiful rhythm, meaningful poem.

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