Untold Stories

A Poem by Danielle Thilette

He is a room with no walls a belief with out cause.

His words, a form of fuel for intelligent beautiful imagery.

It is him.

He it is that stalks the afternoon light.

Shy and rebelious. Follow his lead. Breathe in sweet justice.

Freeing is he. Being enlightened merely by his presence. A God among peasants.

Loyal as a soldier, as sturdy as a bolder. Is he mine? Contorted, mishapened, chaos.

That is us. That is he. That is she, that is we.

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Added on March 22, 2008

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