Introduction Page
This poem bleeds into lines
of blue, lines that seep through
this binded window, lines
that cover lines that cover
lines, that reach you.
Reason was never intended
to be found, as words
collide into words collide
into sound.
On the next page, tales
That cats crawl, mice meddle,
and sisters shrug
are to be found.
You’ll find loud letters
resonating through each
other in a song of syllables,
and dedicated dance.
But not this poem. This
poem has no agenda, but
to make a home for those lonely
vowels blistered with ink
and consonants too dirty
to make the front page.
After this, forget
you ever saw these misplaced
words and continue on
to page two.
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