You go along in your usual way
Cracking the egg for breakfast
Noticing everything
Understanding nothing
Mail appears through the slot
You are cold, you are not cold
Things that are impossible to happen, happen
You close your eyes, your heart
Your mind goes on with a life of it's own
Words float by around you
But no one is speaking
The egg is done, gone
You are bewildered
You go along in your usual way, anyway
Peter Ciccariello
Rhode Island, USA
23 May 2006
http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/
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