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Nervous System (excerpt)


When you look down

inside yourself

what is there?

You are a walking bag of surgical instruments

shining from the inside out

and that’s just


Tomorrow it could be different

When I think of the childhood inside me I think of sunlight dying on
a windowsill

The voices of my friends

in the sunlight

All of us running around

outside our


from The End of the WestFind it in the library

Copyright © 2009 Michael Dickman
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Published in Michael Dickman Poems

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