Where it bends

Where it bends

A 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
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Ric Miner
Ric Miner

West Chicago, IL



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Mostly 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..

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A Poem by Ric Miner