Away from the one who reads my mind
Effortlessly, in the morning, my hips hurt
Spouted, I wonder, Where does this come
From. In the day I know that she knows that
I know. She knows. Hearts are a flutter when
We know.
The Professor steps into the room, the auditorium
settles down, "Today's lesson, social psychology,
Behaviour, we do we profess, emotions, that we, no
Nothing, about, yet go on gut, feelings, sorting it out."
The quiet one raises it's hand, "because without feeling
we have logic, which drys the well, with no water, there
Is....One supposes simply land."
Cohesion - Adhesion - Repel and Attract forces transmute
Love straight towards back, the back of the class, in the dark
Cove of All's sight, the teacher professes, all thought to be right
Perfusion infusion and wordplay sublime, the teacher walks out, speaking
Shakespeare, and a white coat enter's speaking of mind.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
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