Tuesday, March 31, 2015

My line of Occupation

My job is simple.
I paint pictures of the world
without using paint

I twist words in
syllabic torture
and beautiful as
a  newest sky

I create lines
more intricate
then the sun
with meaning as
powerful as
death

I fly to the moon
in fervid poetry
and create and equal
with my lines of
testimony

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