Unfold the pigeon
and the swan
look where all these
creases are drawn
Colored scraps
of geography
Bent and turned
in this dream
I lay the paper
in perfect ways
to build the world
in its frame
and I see
how it all stands
in my own
paper cut hands
Here if it all
falls apart
it's just in my own
origami heart
(August 25th, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
