the other me slithers out of <br />peep holes, cracks and crannies <br />slides and spreads, rolls and multiplies <br />filling the here and vast beyond <br /> <br />rides the golden chariots, <br />glides on the wings of fantasy <br />begetting dreams of dreams, <br />floating on clouds wrapped and cloaked <br /> <br />shedding my skin, dropping my leaves <br />hung up to dry, <br />dominated by lack of means, <br />I shrink wither and recline <br /> <br />by moods eluding and flirtatious <br />devoid of trauma, drama and catharsis <br />indulge myself <br />into realms of there <br /> <br />sometimes I can be followed, <br />pride is of no use <br />guilt and blushing have no place, <br />I am free, of electronics too <br /> <br />on a vacation, from some of myself<br /><br />shimon weinroth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-grain-of-salt-and-more/
