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This is not a draft
I don’t want to mask my poetry
I want you to understand me
Curse your perfect rhythms, rhymes, haikus
Your lyricism, your literary
When I try to adopt it, I turn mute.
Something channels through me
(I’ve never really found the root)
A demanding stream of consciousness
That cannot stop to breathe, let alone
Wait, conceptualise, draft, redraft
I can’t!
...
Monday 7th October 2024 10:25 pm
Touch The Universe
direct your gaze skyward.
I see your eyes slip through
lens and the light shoot down,
orbit in your twitching
left to right,
left to right
panning light in soft night,
oxymoron of telescope
gathers perception -your feet-
fall here and your stare there
pinned to the pit of ground,
grate your phrase from fireplace.
and divide.
put syllables in pen,
cross out...
Sunday 19th April 2020 9:53 pm
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