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Author: asoulinprogress
Your Instantaneous Self
because you are a poet
and I love you
and I know you love words
are what to you?
images
sounds
a long canyon with brown walls
vanishing to a speck
How about a cross section of blue
would it wave
would stars come out
Or are words an interpretation of
a shadowy tempest
that follows you around
swirling with symbols
that hint at
your instantaneous self
Do you reach in
and arrange these
runes
and pressures
into an ancient sentence
that glows while dancing
Do words make that make sense?
News Flash!
I am the shadow behind the ’gentsia
a group of talented observers
a group of lazy, unproductive
a group of busy and interesting souls
that often fail
that
occasionally forget to report.
Either
It is either a poem, or it is part of one.
Crumbling
I am happy that
you are having
Jesus displaying or not
in headers.