Fresh Cups - Keep Calm and Read Poetry #15


fresh cups


can we choose to be

better than the ropes and chains of yesterday morning


I can tell you the precise number of years it takes for thoughts to begin burying wings

and why


the colored strokes of time paint a hundred rainbows until 25

and then a hundred more in fifth dimensional sighs and all upon each gasp


so do I stay reminiscent 

wondering what foreign cause has bound my bottom lip


in front of tunnels named for they that came through this way to glory

and who never came back again… till morning I suppose… resurrection rose


or if the grappling hook did reach through times of space to a planet

and hold that tethered lined with bottomless whispers… the hearts desire

- kinyo
 

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