The BookA Poem by Victor ChavezWhere does it go?
Where does it go?
Opening, closing, flipping he held it in one hand then the other Observing, Reading, Speaking the words that boldly stood eyes to him, reaching out and plunging deep, deep into his abyss Where did it all go? Where does it stay, no thought was needed, no emotion to understand the vast difference between his abyss, and the abyss of that other, that other who sits and looks to him. It is the maker that knows, for surely he has it, the ability to look deeper, deeper even, than he has dared go. © 2017 Victor Chavez
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Added on February 25, 2017 Last Updated on February 25, 2017 AuthorVictor ChavezCAAboutI'm attempting to unravel the complexity of the world through words. more..Writing
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