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Hormonal Possession

The biochemical reactions occurring in the brain right now Make your amygdala want to prick the sympathetic into action. The byproducts run through your atria and into the ventricles And spread like a flash flood to the smallest of nooks. A warm rush of raw energy flows through and out of your hands Leaving an aura that clings to your newest shirt... Exarcerbating the penumbra that already exists Within your frame of reference. Hypertension and dreams of floating through currents of electrons, All the while, the ad infinitum feeling that the soul has adjusted position- Songs pour through electromagnetic constructs to pierce your perceptions- The visage of cupid smiling with dead eyes on a dollar-store box of chocolate. The neurotransmitters are altered out of their usual inertia; They now are merely transportational devices for the conquering party. Centrifugal in such a self-centered way. The plight of the old now transmutated into something preparing for new entropy. Sighs on the window create condensation- Draw a heart with a metal tipped piece of wood driving straight through it; Keep breathing on the window to bring the image back to life. Timing is like cesium atoms spilling in between your longitudinal rifts.

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Date: 2/11/2010 9:43:00 AM
Very professional write that is doctor in the er kind of write. I found it somewhat humorous. The line about the dollar store box of candy was an added booster. Your comments about my poem "Dumplings" was interesting. I have not eaten the pancreas or the cock's comb but have eaten the bony leg and feet without the nails for moma chopped them off. I have eaten the gizzard and liver and the bony back. Thanks for your comments on my work. Keep creative pen flowing. Sara
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