Hypnotic

You’ve always told me

that you get your best ideas 

driving alone

when your weary body

slips into 

your hypnotic state

when your eyes 

become the headlights

that light the way

I’ve never told you 

that I get my best ideas

during worship

when your body 

becomes the temple

that pulls me into 

my hypnotic state

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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