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.

◄ bodies in orbit

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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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Fri 5th Oct 2018 12:19

By the way, thank you, Ferris. I don't know where my manners have gone these days.

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Fri 5th Oct 2018 00:57

If I could like a comment, Ferris, I would do just simply that--as I'm sure you know, overexposure leads to absence of curiosity.

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Thu 4th Oct 2018 12:17

..only entertaining myself.

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Thu 4th Oct 2018 12:15

Thanks so much, Taylor.

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Taylor Crowshaw

Thu 4th Oct 2018 07:30

A powerful piece of poetry... Thank you..😃

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Thu 4th Oct 2018 02:41

Thanks, Big always seem to say what you feel in the moment. Be well, to you too.

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Big Sal

Thu 4th Oct 2018 02:34

Like a ballad to the death of innocence.

You always manage to pack so much power into short lines, it's always a refreshing read.

Be well.😁

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