WetA Poem by JRAscension is a wet progress (twenty becomes ten) complex, like the lathe that turned this cap a study of pressure and time (ten becomes six) complicated as the pour, these facile molecules fill the blood which looks blue beneath but is red, always thick when it falls you get depth to it with the stain (six becomes four) gears are dry until they are bathed and start to twist again (four becomes three) complicated this miasma of wires (three becomes two) complex design, wet, letting go like paper blueprints (two becomes one) solitary the cup that is raised in the temple of alone (one becomes twenty) © 2019 JR |
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Added on November 20, 2019 Last Updated on November 20, 2019 AuthorJRPlacerville, CAAboutWriting again Interesting times to be living in, kind of a cool time to be a writer and documenting the world. more..Writing
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