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Text: Cooling

from Finland, 23.03.09

                          We Are What We Share

We are what we see,
We are what we hear,
We are what we feel,
We are what we share,
We are pieces of each other.

Poetry is a form of communication. Reading and writing poetry helps me to process my experiences and to make sense of this World.

Creative commons encourages sharing. Originality comes from how one responds to another's work and what it prompts one to create.

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Your words are in my head as I clean the shower,

' When this day is gone I shall
  put my face against something cool, perhaps some tin
  shed out of the light, and not think...'

The drudgery of a banal dreaded chore is relieved
by your sweet words.

I place my forehead against a tile
and feel the coolness that you speak of.

' I shall
 roll my cheeks against it or the back of my head, and
 let the zinc etch its mottle standard and mend me, while 
 I smoke
 Open my mouth, inhale nebulae and expel dust.
 ( just to see it unrolling its blanket tongue
 on the undiscovered mattress of dark).'

When the blue hour arrives the bats fly overhead
Making their way to their nightly roost.
I watch them disappear into the undiscovered mattress of dark
you speak of.

I am mended by the cool calmness of night.

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