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Wednesday
17Jun2009

not nothing

It feels like pins falling from trees.
It feels like dogs howling miles away.
It feels like an owl in a church.
It feels like the rain.
It feels like the sun.
It feels like singing.
It feels like music piped into a forest.
It feels like a lake.
It feels like hitting a tennis ball flat and hard down the line.
It feels like baseball in late summer.
It feels like a hot bus.
It feels like a hot mess.
It feels like standing on a wire.
It feels like falling from a great height.
It feels like flying.
It feels like eggs frying.
It feels like being barely hungry.
It feels like being asleep.
Or like dreaming it all.