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#Poetry – Untitled Today, Clarity Tomorrow


Its so quiet,
I can hear cotton drop.
But, the sonic boom
On this cliche is just
Too much for me to bear.
My thoughts go pop.
And sometimes south.

All the physical space
In the world,
Can’t manufacture the
Right keys to unlock
The mental space in my world.
But this gift,
I waiver on what I’m suppose
To do with it.
My words are ballerinas
But plie` for who?
My gift rests on a stage,
But doesn’t know what to do.

© 6 April 2014
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*Photo courtesy of http://www.cotton.org