"poem unsaid"

a poem calibrates our dreams
when a dream dies when a dream rises
a poem is here
a poem is here
beating against our chests scrambling up our throats
twisting turning trembling tumbling so tumultlously
until the words
are finally ready to break out
of our hesistating mouths

a poem is here
i don't say it
but
a poem is here
unsaid
twisting
turning
trembling
tumbling
as it calibrates
my dreams

[today was first general theatre rice meeting. it's so weird "directing" the group through the various game activities. i have to put my "game face" on and turn up my energy up up up. where do i get this energy anyway? do i pull it out of some magic Felix the Cat type bag somewhere in my soul? is this my hidden mutant superpower... to have seemingly unlimited energy at any given moment? because if it is, i'm a little dissapointed. i want the power to float. not to fly. to float.]