mugginess as a state of mind
birds singing on the roof
a mind is playing poker
stripping itself bare of all its anxieties
aiming to reach the core of the nucleus
where the energy is created
oona's looking glass
We are faithful only to the imagination. What the imagination seizes as beauty must be truth. Denise Levertov
This is a cool poem. May we all find the core of the nucleus where energy is created!