Time Splits Open

53

In my love of day
My love invents another day
In my window night
Another night is invented

We are what we think
So carnival of carnal imaginations
Be still, learn to concentrate
For the calligraphy of fate

Shows sign-seeds of
Syllable-clusters, rampant sparks
That the stars in my hands
Invents a touch that deconstructs

Itself, these eyes that have
Taken these pages by storm
And this heart that cannot
Let any portion of the
World go unloved alone.

Photograph Courtesy:

http://www.deviantart.com/art/Camille-486793992

14 thoughts on “Time Splits Open

      • Wordidge is a recognition of skill in terms of the use of words when organised in manners of evident affect on the reader’s reaction upon absorbing the nature of the written piece as laid out by the author of the work…

        A way of saying it’s well written and I like it!

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