GrowthA Poem by Alfred Kukitzbig boyGrowth I stare at the nothingness of space There looms a dark matter which circles the iris In the coming moments my stare becomes a symposium The conference includes nothing, grace, metaphor, all the goodies wrapped in a great big bow. My stare blinks I look past all the attendees further into the blackness I finally see what makes me grow! © 2016 Alfred KukitzReviews
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6 Reviews Added on May 21, 2016 Last Updated on May 21, 2016 Tags: Stare, nothingness, goodies, blackness AuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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