renaissanceA Poem by Alfred Kukitzwho me?renaissance sift the day into particles of dreams much is gained in the smallness of the article i venture into now’s gift slowly the hum of my voice unseats consciousness naked of thought, the ear bends into the fidelity of a whisper i can only mona lisa smile as i veer into my own portrait’s renaissance. as decades pass this moment will vaporize into the man i am. © 2018 Alfred KukitzReviews
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StatsAuthorAlfred 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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