Supreme Poet
I eat rocks
With feet
I love it, poet
Come with me,
To see; she is all.
Poet
I eat wind
With body in motion,
I love it, poet,
Give me your
Hand, together, as wild horses,
To remove
Pain,
Angry
Feeling
What it.
Poet.,
I eat depth
With infinity;’
You will to it;
Together to the end
Of time.
I love it, poet
You love it, poet
We made it
At least.
To say it.
Copyright © George Zamalea | Year Posted 2013
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