waod poem


waod poem
rarely are there anymore breathtaking dénouements in this place outside of

yet as I crafted an important series of sentences for my son I stumbled on

bliss by a billion tiny kisses  (the antithesis of death’s trillion tiny cuts)

barely realized unless our split-brained attention is riven; focus forced into

novel-for-you non-momentous events; happening right now, or isn’t this a first for

encouragement and compliance of contemplation of this composition?   Today it’s

s n a p p e r h e a d ’s totem pole capstone, which was begun in forty-three’s day

tomorrow waod poem’s intricate reflection collage silhouettes will be unburied

while conducting future memory mining exercises during AOC’s presidency

which requires every one of us to live thru overwhelming/underwhelming

events during The Buffoon’s impeachment and then place their recall

codes in squire where they may get dusty but never so unused as to

draw attention to bending the ground rules while recognizing they exist

for the sole purpose of being broken – morality may be completely inside of

creative words generated by millions of imaginations but would this artwork if

less delicately prurient or without its attention catch-hold – I suggest it would not

be valued any less by me, its creator, who considers every view, by you, a tiny kiss


 
Details on the creation of this artwork and poem can be read about at: Art Transliteration.
 
 
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