The Capital I
Where stands the pole-as-banner,
Tall and singular, bridge over bubble,
Ego-birthed demarcation, bare
As it bears the bait of destiny?
There, behind wax, behind murmurs,
Behind shards of breath and rubble,
It hides from proof but requires no light;
A shift or stroke grants its dignity.
Tall and singular, bridge over bubble,
Ego-birthed demarcation, bare
As it bears the bait of destiny?
There, behind wax, behind murmurs,
Behind shards of breath and rubble,
It hides from proof but requires no light;
A shift or stroke grants its dignity.
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I been thinking about you and your absence from social media makes it hard to stay in touch. Hope all is well.
- Osvaldo
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