rearranging the lexicon
rearranging the lexiconcarrying seeds of our
own destruction
around --
like loose change
in our pockets
are the tender
of
this very strange
life
stricken with
all manner of malady
world appears ill at ease
with dis-ease
of myriad kind
confounding the senses
to make sense of
it all
written
words
like and unlike
those written
before
written
-- to ward off death.
writing infinity
rearranging
the lexicon.
vcp
Poetry by Victor
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Written on 2016-04-16 at 19:32
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