Where it bendsA Poem by Ric Miner
Compress me down to a singularity,
Threads of innumerable thickness, Texture and history, Side to side, You'll see rarity collide With mystery. Then the magic happens. We bend the lens From which we view, The process follows suite, And the tincture left over Is 100% me, Made from 100% you. © 2017 Ric Miner |
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Added on October 12, 2017 Last Updated on October 12, 2017 AuthorRic MinerWest Chicago, ILAboutMostly a poet and lyricist. I'd say I'm here because I'm looking for an outlet, and feedback, since my friends are sick of being a sounding board, and I'm pretty sure none of them are Engl majors lol... more..Writing
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