Poem -
Lovely Fools
in the bed of ourselves, we sleep.
but never in the corridors of Our outlandish
awakenings.
we swarm to our purpose
in thrall of any brass
wherever gold should
Be.
lovely fools
can do anything.
Or less.
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Interesting images & metaphors. I was lost in the words.Â
Favorite part:Â
we swarm to our purpose
in thrall of any brass
wherever gold should
Be.
Well done indeed.Â
i have yet to do spoken word... This spring perhaps...