Normal - My poetry

Normal

Sour water catches in my throat,
Foggy clouds melt in my brain,
While frozen bits evaporate.

Spinning leaves with silver lines
Dart out from the blindness.
Yellow blurs innocently spread
Between the growing vines.

Repetitive flashing in a semi-normal state
Twisted among different materials
Completely ordinary, but weird is just around the corner.

HMM 11-15-97



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