Thursday, September 1, 2016

The World Is All That’s Left Behind Valentine

Surely really deftly
The wingless spirit flies
Leaving not a shadow
On the wall but a line
Of light visible only
To the mind a thought
Within a thought
The world is all that’s left behind
Behind the secret art
Of angel-geniuses
Who use us wrench us
Tear us into place
Then pull the ground away
Take back our east and west
And push us from the nest

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