A variation on William Carlos Williams
This is just to say
I have eaten
The Freedom
That you had
In your soul
And that
You were entitled
to since
Conception
Forgive me
You were instrusive
So small
And so bold
Begin. Break the Skin. Salvation quickly driven in. Pride in fracture. In subjection. A new supply. Running red with purpose. Nothing less than flawless in design.
2 Comments:
we're going to have some fun with the poetry, i can tell.
darn straight.
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