Strange, we are built
In our inner frame
As we see clear
A self made of metal
By rough corners, curves sharp
Dents hard
We become of clay
To shape as we desire
In seeing our impossibilities…
We become possible
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Strange, we are built
In our inner frame
As we see clear
A self made of metal
By rough corners, curves sharp
Dents hard
We become of clay
To shape as we desire
In seeing our impossibilities…
We become possible
Posted on June 8, 2014 at 4:32 PM in Poetry, Venkat | RSS feed | Reply | Trackback URL
Lots to think about here, Venkat . . .
I myself find many things hidden here…
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