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Odd Worlds




one wonders as one wonders 
one will come
to touch
springs from wells sidereal
existential and ethereally 
extant
repeating a polyrhythmic chant
..
other words come to me at times and odd
worlds sometimes disappear with a nod
of
your chin and the cant of your voice
I receive reverse perspectives
interior landscapes materialize
from the cusps of your ellipsis eyes
I devise an incredibly terribly 
beautiful view
one reads as one reads
sometimes words spinning mystic enchant
one will come 
to spring from
the roots of your tongue
speaking truth to me
whom labors in the vineyards of some god
Other words come to me at times and odd
worlds sometimes disappear with a nod of
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Poetry by Charles Lezine
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Written on 2012-02-15 at 15:54

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