Walls that aren’t raised
Having windows with no pains
To hold a roof that won’t cover up
Over a floor that never wares
Supported by a global foundation
Hung in times place
That can’t stop spinning
In it’s full circle path
Neither a beam of light
Nor the revolution it makes
Can be ever made straight
Except our hearts that are bent
In fervent desire to be crooked less
Welcome!
The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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outstanding piece
you touched on the real here
great write!