AERODYNAMICALLY GIFTED

The voice here is that of the poems all around us. The Jack of Duds is the lost and lonely poet experiencing a magically blessed moment of revelation, of oneness with mother universe.

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We are the code they seek to crack
Beyond, behind, above, below
We are without* intelligence          
In primacy supreme we chyme
With otherness we deftly rhyme
Instinctuality alive
We show ourselves but now are gone
You can but breathe and sense us pass
Alone you are, alone, alone
Our conduit corporeal
You are so feeble in your form
O Jack of Duds, lost in the woods!

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We are the code they'll never crack

 Sir Nothing stretched out on the wrack

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Reviews

[Sirius King]

We are the code they'll never crack... this explains it all,,,nice read

[Ink Angel]

Poems all around us beyond, behind, above, below all connected to the aptly named universe....... nice write, very cryptic.

[Eloha]

I like the cryptic tone and surreal/esoteric/mystsery herein.

[pumpkin head]

Quite an intersting and intriguing read. Enjoyed it though

[Marie]

A lot of these poems are definitely uncrackable.

[R J Askew]

:))) yep, I am mindful of that. I like writing nice open ones, but the odd complex one sneaks in! Thanks for reading!

[J. J. Nightingale]

Not quiet myself today .. I'll return and reread .. so I may better understand ..

Jasmine :)