Gary Gene Linney Poet I do not know?

1951

Broken in circles,
this
spiral
down.

A remnant, 
a relic,
valid.

A black mass,
in vacuums,
incision.

Specimens,
cultured.

Future calling,
sleep,
docile now,
humble.

Humanity.

The expectancy of life.
This pregnancy of hope.

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Doug Vinson December 2, 2016 at 7:52 PM 7. Goosebumps here, Gary. That was really good. : ) Gary Gene Linney December 2, 2016 at 10:50 PM Thank you very much Doug, I appreciate your kind reply :)