Unsung words

-

I ‘pate

to lift

the weight

in my

whole

its,

comical

how steadily

we outgrown

cloth clothed us

from onset

maybe

circumstances

environment

overtly,

sedately

and seductively

create

a-self

from

self.

 

 

 


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Anonymous said…
not observing the rule of concord, i guess that is a style that balances with the theme of the piece.
June 13, 2020 at 6:34 PM
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