Best Slabs Poems

I write in slabs.

Grey. Square. Stone. 

They work so well.

Work as they’re meant to

Side by side. Line them up in rows.

Two by two. Four by Four. Eight by eight.

My words multiply and bloom, and something spills within them.

Tumbling from fingers, cascading out towards shining azure...

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the slabs are huge and are uneven
sky horizon that is no longer perpendicular
another line is tangent to the straight line
stability donned its mist suit
it insidiously wraps around the curving walls
makes the mouth of life produce a trembling voice
words that echo slipping through the fog
acidity of...

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