for a young man's turning
i closed my eyes and spit seeds
to find roots in broken soil
but my blindness turned the sun
to shadow my indifference
earthworms have found their way
as angels thunder dimension
to find roots in broken soil
but my blindness turned the sun
to shadow my indifference
earthworms have found their way
as angels thunder dimension
posted by studioQ at 7:29 PM
2 Comments:
This poem is masterful. The rhythmn is harnessed to its utmost, and though your poem is small, its fiber , like a collapsed star, is heavier than a thousand planets.
I completely relate to your poem.
Sign,
Earthworm Zdenko
Has a young man turned away from his blog? Where are you Q? I miss you!
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