Where I'm From...

February 13, 2014

I am from far and distant places

From views of far beyond perception

I am from ramose, and for phratry

Raised by words of no deception

I am from ink spilled on a canvas

From painful words carved on a heart

From healing sounds that have been strung

To brothers living far apart

I'm from a sphere of black and white

Adrenaline and profligate

From a cross and three sharp nails

And writings meant to fascinate

I am from now, and meant for later

I'm here to change the stationary

Join me now, or hold your silence

For life is short and temporary

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