and we prayed to their God
wire-to-wire never down on one knee
you don’t need a field of dreams
or empty things for crop circles
and the geometry. the length of my sentences
and this two-dimensional page it’s an area
you can’t commit,
and my art, thrumming through these veins
and all the fucks left I had to give
they now take up space
it’s a volume you couldn’t comprehend.
Today is Day 30 of #OctPoWriMo join me, 31 poems in 31 days. Do you dabble in word play as well? Let’s create 31 in 31!
Love and Ink,
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