Diametric
In the tidy confines
of a cluttered mind
rests the timid notion
that lines taunt human
flaws foreign to the
forces nature conjures
in graceful arcs and
orbits, waves of ripe
marrow rippling with
stippled energies
ever-coursing from
all bounding cells.
Copyright © John Weber | Year Posted 2011
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