minds wander

in the early morning fog
the bible verses ooze into my subconscious
bleed their message into my soul
bypassing my conscious self
not yet awake for conversation
for focused insights.
no these are the moments of slow
osmosis, across a more dense membrane
drinking in the nourishment
through a screen, into the tissue
behind the veil of sleep
not yet relinquishing my self
from its grasp

December 14, 2006 22:20

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