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Alcoholic Poet. Poetry Equals Distance Over Time.

Distance Over Time
Saturday 12/02/2017 12:29:00 AM

no permanent edges. only the fickle of angles. as the math stumbles forward. in its curious chaos.

it wasn't anything it hadn't always been. we were still lost in the same old places. only the perspective had changed.

as softly as the flesh forgets. as loud as the quiet becomes. whispers of destruction meticulously assembling their monuments.

the miles are nothing. the distance is void. we count by our hunger. we are fed by our choices.

no breadth  to measure ourselves by. just the inches between us.

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Wise and wonderful AP.
Anna :o]

alcholic poet said...

it's nice of you to think so. ;-)

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