design this poem...
a tailor limb-ed
eyed speaker
language whore...
more cloth
will always be needed
it chose slow bleeding examination
alabaster remains explanation process
writes down science is always going
to be lagging the miraculous leaps of faith...
and regarding single
or multi-player game modes-man-ship,
the poem knows
time can be measured
chronological events
or it could be sewn
into the movements
of a soul between
its every death and birth
its every Spring to Winter
and Winter to Spring
its every stitch to structure
its every freeing verse
wearing the words
where seams
seem be
the ways in
and between
the meanings
of things...
EJR ©
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