Standing Off, A Poem by Lawrence Golicz, 04/07/09
STANDING OFF Walking through space without my face, I felt distance, from place to place. Warped from lenses, the walls hung crooked, And sounds came bellowed and booked. It's not drugs, like LSD, you see. The charm of distance, is for free. Step back from material wants, Then stop, like yoga says,... Sign in to see full entry.