Behind GlassA Poem by Tai RyensGlass telescopes operated from terminals . . .Scarlet drips around me, whispering echoes bouncing concrete walls I constructed around me; glass telescopes operated from terminals, so that I could conceptualize living.
You, oh, so, intriguing figure, stared into my glass eyes, innocence flaring beneath glancing pupils, a meticulous churn of my stomach, a joyous leap while I prepared to stroll outside,
just, as, you, asked,
“Is this all there is?” © 2013 Tai RyensAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorTai RyensBay Area, CAAboutI must start that I am not as active as I should be on this site, though I do tend to drop by every now and then and review what I can from friends and those whose works I enjoy. Currently, I am dippi.. more..Writing
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