IS and IS NOT
To The IED Once Strapped Outside My Chest,
I am still wrapped around
and bound to you in flesh
and the shrapnel you set free
is now, in effect, only pieces of me
unwound in multiplicity to clothe the four winds
in cipher and logic dressed down as zeros and ones.
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Mon 10th Dec 2018 14:20
What a rabbit hole to jump in with both feet this is.
Tumbling down I passed myself on the rising wind
This is without doubt one the best poems I have read, here or anywhere.
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