I found this on archive.org searching through old versions of novachild.com. Been looking for a few of these poems for a long while, but the hard copies have long since disappeared. Without further interruption.....

The Body - 8-29-94

The brain is machine
a creaking
leaking
torture device
floating in smoke signals

The leader of the feet
I dream
Symbols float down
and determine what dreams
are scrolling to the body

a tower
a river
an ocean

a valley
a hollow oak limb

The hands
do what they can
to break rules and boundaries
before they are tied back
What the arms can't reach
the feet kick dirt upon
The body tries to grasp
the mind is
together, they travel through the vortex
becoming alien
returning to the ocean at death

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