Hopscotch-Losing Balance

Written by: Ruben O.

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end av if he fe me re ho nt fe na Sa me Chalk on pavement where ingenuity tossed the last stone | | | 9 | | | | | While hope still hops between lines of restrained margins | | | | 7 | 8 | | | | | | | skipping over memories the fear of bouncing out or fall | | | 6 | | | | | For skills can't recognize patterns of a different reality | | | | 4 | 5 | | | | | | | to discover the unforeseeable form of sin in sameness | | | 3 | | | | | Lost luck in time of empty places | | | 2 | | | | | to play life in a sequence of walls | | | 1 | | | | | Last stone on floor supports a dream
“There is no abstract art. You must always start with something. Afterward you can remove all traces of reality. “ Pablo Picasso