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My Poetry

Here I am again, in the darkness at dusk, trying to sift through stars still left to me, between particles
of light, and dust, I try to catch
a few cosmic fireflies in my hand
without a net,
or a jar.
delivering poetry which cannot reach through its form
or anything.
Forming my verses,
I am aware--
wearing only what i feel, to write
in the closed fist;
in favor of delivering
these esoteric lyrics,
to no one
and a verse out of reach from
writing about it, in my particular style, through the fleeting moments--
contemplating, always
Sifting through the stars
at dusk.

28 Feb 18

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