All poetry there ever was
all rhyme
is us now
syncopated across time
slipping into moments of synchronicity
pulsing this crux, this beat,
this emergent clarity,
this moment, this breath:
life.
All poetry there ever was
all rhyme
is us now
syncopated across time
slipping into moments of synchronicity
pulsing this crux, this beat,
this emergent clarity,
this moment, this breath:
life.