A poem a day for 2013 - day 230 - Manifest

There are all these words
Swirling around in my head
Phrases about stuff to do and time
And what time
And how
And all these questions
What does it know
What access does it have to even shut down
I am the spirit here
Not it
I am the human
I am the fingers
I am the brain
I am the body
I am the imagination
At the top of the mountain
Thin air and clouds
Crossed legs and oversized sweater
I am the closed eyes
The head raised in prayer
This is where worlds are created
I tell myself
In this quiet
This dew on my nose
I am the possibility
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