sciences

sciences

A Poem by Blackstone Featherfall

not lookin for patterns
not searchin anymore
i know what is valuable
i make it that way
and i am acting
on what i see true
and i am seeing(living)
right through you(entirely through you)
it's beautiful geometry
eyes-closed kaleidoscope
not searchin for patterns
they're forming inside me
it's sad when you can dance to
the sounds of your own belly
but at least i'm still in tact
and looking at
my mom
she is all around
in several forms
sewing my seams back together
i know what's marvelous
i make it that way
it's beautiful geometry
when it finishes
forming me

© 2010 Blackstone Featherfall


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Added on February 21, 2010
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Blackstone Featherfall
Blackstone Featherfall

Walkabout, Australia



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