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The Bone Shaker

You want me
To search
My soul
Honey
I spent my life
So far 
Doing that
You want me
To know
Which way is up
All I learnt 
Is that kind of search
Brought me down
You think
I don't want 
To dance 
With you
Take those steps
Baby 
Those steps 
I learnt from the womb
But 
You know
That heartbeat
I've not found
Since I smelt
The air and
These roses
They don't smell
So fresh
That make up 
Don't wash 
So good
Rock me 
Cradle that thing
Within me
Make my bones 
Shake
Because all I get
Right now
Is that 
Train
Rattling 
All on its own
To the place
In the clouds
Which I feel 
I come from
But I can't touch
However high
I climb 

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sat 23rd Aug 2014 16:29

It always takes two or three readings to bring the ideas together, but once connected, the impact is intense. I 'hip-hop' my way through the lines for the best effect. A true philosopher you certainly are.

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