Found Poetry 239

3/21/20

the army of me pulses
with legs full of haste

my back is a living sail
stretching to find wind

from a single idea I choose two
from two ideas I choose four

fighting my own hands
I knock myself out

the notion of me is dead
or at least it is unnamed

This poem was created from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Click here to get Leaves of Grass.

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