Those
long-short ways
of
sun and treecandle and face
choreographing untreated insanities
conjuring poetry
that spurn anthology
but in their oblique dance
narrate our unacknowledged stories
map the dimensions
we will not be convinced
frame our lives, our ways.
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"frame our lives, our ways." that's what we always try to do but can't get through as well ;) Nice piece :)
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