Is This Ticket Redeemable
"is this ticket redeemable"
Once I thought that
poems had faces
whose silent plans
offer checkered meditations,
who weave endings
to hope´s beginnings,
whose raw robust smiles
explode in dizzy contemplations,
who unravel strings of time
into quantum fits of rhyme.
Then I saw that
Songs are
A singing
Where I
From my
Self-
Emerge
Unstating myself
(abandoning grammar as
prepositions avoid place)
I say
(failing to claim that time
gave birth to nothing) that my!
“God
(being an adverb)
I missed the boat”
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