Words Would Impede
A Poem by Max Meunier
words would impede my need to expressthis feeling that bleeds as it beats from my chesta symbol of infinite bounding enclosedas simple and intricate sounds when composedin beams of sooth glistening undular form where dreams aloof mistle tinged grossular storms constructing fine prism weaved wafts of silk snared substructing holism leaves not gestalt reared for euphonic escalade rendered so mute bore sonic tirade so tender afoot
© 2016 Max Meunier
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