Found Poetry 193

1/20/20

my mind has a silent buzz
with countless chirping hairs
it grows worlds when asleep
my eyes like bayonets
cutting up the world
into magnificent pieces

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

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