"universalities" poems
Spinning around the world,
living life on the top,
making me high like a spinning top
discovering a dreamworld.
The love that remains,
are the lost ruins,
of a shelter once called home,
a refugee camp? No more of a gnome
camp.
To the top of my abilities,
I fly exploring the universalities
of places far away from the single
and individual angle.
Nov 29, 2020
Nov 29, 2020 at 3:18 AM UTC
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*Striving toward originality
results in piece meal offerings -
bright but witless understanding?
statements pondering universalities
feeding warm pulsating bosoms
idling too long, byte by byte
millennial automatons marching
logged-off but only hibernating:
underneath, aware of scratches
on rock-faces of now ancient halls.*
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May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 9:15 AM UTC