Poetry Writings Artwork and stories from Neil Furby

Dec 12, 2007 at 23:46 o\clock

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Dec 12, 2007 at 23:37 o\clock

This is my day


  This morning I woke up inside a dream
of someone living in a skin of flesh.

And I had no escape, I was no Chwang Tse

who'd dreamt he was a butterfly

and asked himself when dawn came whether he,
Chwang Tse, had dreamt he was a butterfly

or that the butterfly dreamt of waking
as Chwang Tse, no, I was human,

  a sturdy skeleton with thirty-two teeth,
two hands and a tragic intellect cursed with a fear of clocks.
Slowly, though, reverently almost,

I gave my face a hand and zipped my
thoughts up tight.

This is my day, I knew.

Here a mirror peers at astonished light.
There a butterfly breaks out.

And that is me.

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