punctuate, disseminate, patina'd
"Oak trees branches,
Blue-black capillaries,
look like stretch marks against the grey 5 a.m sky."
Poetry let's me punctuate, disseminate information
from my brain to a screen, to someone's eyes.
"Copper roof, now patina'd
Green against the brick-chalk red-dusty"
Poetry is subtle and powerful-I use it as a way to give thanks and to pray
"My own eyes protest-so heavy, I am unable to type sensibly. I fall asleep, still typing, until I begin writing my dreams.
Let me sleep!"
Poetry, I make it what I want.
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