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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