Note: The poem first appeared in Blood Rose magazine in the year 2000.
You who do not
believe
that angels dance
on pinheads;
tell me that
rainbows
are not contained
in prisms,
that love does not
lie
in the shadows
of photographs
that you do not
lie.
Nothing
exists in a single state.
I am not
contained by these walls.
I can shrink and reside
in the dirty hovel
of a bottle
I can expand and reside
in the mansion of verse.
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