Thursday, 24 November 2016

poem 112

It's in these depths where truth rests
here you can find the blinded poet.
Still he searches these words of you,
Until nets are full, he returns to the world above.
Wet and out of breath, he says of the test 
“today, the sun is full and I have words anew”.
For each will fill the human titled you 
and together, we will build a home for a world.

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