I send my consciousness
to the edge of outer space
Looking down upon all
of
this
From a higher place
Place of a poet
Place of poetry
Place above loud-
clouds, vapors&
whispers
Place
to
place all thoughts
&
Cares. Placed there
for the
there-there. When
the bomb
falls
in a song or psalm
and folks
tell
folks. There-there
The there
there
Shall be: There
Place where poetry grows
like trees
in
rows. Absorbing tears
of
sorrows
***
Cipher
Poetry
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Beautiful! I’ve fraying on the edges of space, unable to keep thoughts contained. Maybe lost in another place, one where tears cannot grow trees. Aimless leaves with no floor scrape against.
Beautifully penned, Cipher. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Fantastic