Russell Sivey Poet Sedoka

Fake Existence

A mass of string like
Objects, spun around in clumps
Colors washed through each worn piece
Dyed to match other
Parts that congeal together
Not meaning to be something

Russell Sivey

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Donna Jones January 31, 2013 at 7:15 PM Sounds like the time I washed a rug and all the rubber backing fell off! Very interesting.

Demetrios Trifiatis January 31, 2013 at 1:56 PM Dear Russell, A riddle that needs to be interpreted, a picture of many situations in one. Real and deep! Beautiful!

Debra Squyres January 31, 2013 at 10:34 AM My mind wonders what this object is...hmmmm?? Curious !!