A small step
a random protrusion
and your space has changed
to something you do not recognize
something compounded and multiplied
beyond sight and imagination and into new tentacles of existence.
Words, like clouds, shift through time, space, encounters.
Showing posts with label poetry of growth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry of growth. Show all posts
Thursday, January 2, 2014
Space
A small step
a random protrusion
and your space has changed
to something you do not recognize
something compounded and multiplied
beyond sight and imagination and into new tentacles of existence.
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