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[fora_da_poeira]

this is an old poem, from high school. my creative writing teacher assigned us a poem about ourselves. we had to describe ourselves. but there was a catch-- we had to write the poem with the opposite hand, the one we don't normally write with. this, she said, was so we would only write words that really counted. i really, really loved that idea. you all should try it sometime. so... this is me.

colors of a mirror image

i come from my mind.
sunshiny green summer.
colors of freedom.
silly hysterical laughter.
blue sky afternoon.
muddy foggy midnight.
clear clean forest--
full of trees.
below this dust is life.
out of luck and
full of time.
shadow walker dressed in red.
see through me.