They Never Know Unless I Write by Wes Thompson

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They Never Know Unless I Write

filtered until only lines remain
belonging to simple shapes
rearranging as they pass
becoming like the air I breath
when I don't know that I'm breathing
so softly
fast asleep

Wes Thompson

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Barbara Terry (5/5/2008 4:38:00 PM)
This is very deep, Wes. It says a lot in just a few lines. To me this is about what we dream. The kaleidoscope of colors that appear in some of our dreams, changing and rearranging themselves constantly. We are sleeping when we consciously do not know we are breathing. Together the kaleidoscope and our breathing create a rhythm that we call sleep. Thank you sor sharing, Wes

Love & hugs,
Barbara


Wes Thompson ( Columbus, Ohio)