Open Poetry #42 |
Velvet Body |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
I can see my eyes Around a pole that Sits aside the spaces That people and sit and speak Their words across the bath’s Vanilla spread creek And I jade my fingers Into one straight point, A direction to somewhere else A so-called path that takes The pebbles that fold often And with their friction, they sit and wait, For me to realize a fate, A neat little suicide, not of death, But the suicide of fears and spheres That dictate the way I think and sink Into a conundrum of myself. Myself that sits here, That knows who I am, But who am I to those around me? |
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TomMark Member Elite
since 2007-07-27
Posts 2133LA,CA |
good!!! Everything exists not because of others. |
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