Friday, November 4, 2016

A as in Atlantis


With these eyes,
i thee read, these lines, repeating after me,
Love thyself first mover-
Touching is not happy after ever.
All we wanted was with in us, All ready
an honor about Time.
Cherishing those kaleidoscope views 
as the clouds grew and threw shadows for depth,
making perfect patterns that reflect you 
and eye am more voluminous than any body of work
with more baritone than you can 
Here,
horizontally.
Deeper than i can sea.



Image By Scan by NYPL [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

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