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Wednesday, October 25, 2017

I Am the Poem Come Alive

I am the signifier
When it's begun to wobble
Embracing all ten thousand meanings
Under the broad blue sky

I am the dipthong
And the glottal
Along with all the silence
Left behind

I am the road less traveled
And the one well trod
Unforked and recombined
Where opposites
Roost side by side
To the consternation
And delight of the sages
Of days gone by

I am the poem come alive

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