Go Before Your Flow Goes Dry Poem by Cathy Shao

Go Before Your Flow Goes Dry



There is nothing but talks
Talks between the lips
Talks between the left brain and the right hand
What a hesitating mind
I see a fat Hamlet in disguise

There would be nothing
Except a rustling sound of a plastic bag
There would be no stir in the seated minds
Flow for the seated minds has long run dry
Fear to be
Fear not to be
During all this seated time

Can't you hear the roar in the sky?
"Go! Before your flow goes dry! "

Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: mind
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