What Is My Blood

I have to say this,
I can hear in a silence,
I love my whole daydream.
For in my movement,
My speech,
My looks, somehow
I have inside me,
Something that was before
I can tell.
I sense something strong
Of what I will be,
And all that's around me,
Is in fact going around
And flowing.
And some part of this,
Is in someone else.

by Christine Marie Turner

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