Jul 2020
to the edge and back (inverted diversion)
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your life may throw you curves,
mine, straight edge blades,
lines galore, like sidewalk cracks,
jumping from safe to safe place
but always teetering tottering on
edges, like verses in the next poem,
trying to make it just to the next line
without falling in cracks, China bound
you can follow my lead, don’t though,
if I could, would willingly plunge, deeply,
for there is no safety in safe spaces, only
in the holy dark, cracks is the true safety
you seek, where poems roll on a highway
like Reno tumbleweed, humble before snow
capped mountains, these are the contrasts
where you birth procreations, poems yours
and mine die in childbirth,
returned to sender,
returned for retuning,
despair not, they’re coming
back to this world
guises in a different colored skin,
a different alphabet, script,
the meaning yet unchained and
unchanged, despite the
inverted
diversion
——————————————————-
your life may throw you curves,
mine, straight edge blades,
lines galore, like sidewalk cracks,
jumping from safe to safe place
but always teetering tottering on
edges, like verses in the next poem,
trying to make it just to the next line
without falling in cracks, China bound
you can follow my lead, don’t though,
if I could, would willingly plunge, deeply,
for there is no safety in safe spaces, only
in the holy dark, cracks is the true safety
you seek, where poems roll on a highway
like Reno tumbleweed, humble before snow
capped mountains, these are the contrasts
where you birth procreations, poems yours
and mine die in childbirth,
returned to sender,
returned for retuning,
despair not, they’re coming
back to this world
guises in a different colored skin,
a different alphabet, script,
the meaning yet unchained and
unchanged, despite the
inverted
diversion
