“I Am Poem.”
(man)In his suitOf dreams(woke)Up todayUtterly amazed(lost)In the thirstyMagic swirls(rain )Across theSplintered bonesOf flowers (man)In his suitOf dreams (was) Trapped inThe crystal eyeOf awareness(where)I becameThe faceOf this poem by John Aiello May 30, … Continue reading
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