P o e t s Cultivation

P o e t s Cultivation

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My flesh is dirt

June 7, 2017 , , , , , , , , ,

I have never written as a page

or spoken as a word

expression is not elucidation;

and I sit among its branches.

Sometimes the world is flat

I’m rolling off its roundness

water splashing over the edge;

while mountains melt to the bottom.

Poetry is a moment lost

where everyone tries to follow

a river only passed through once;

many times over again.

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