What do you think of this poem?
The sun greets Earth
The eggs scrambled
Lovers mingle there
In the distant morning
I don’t belong to light
My matter is dark, black
Farther away than life
My soul reaches into
Perhaps an eternal mystery
My senses rebel, words
Are but representatives
The remainders of thought
What I don’t say here, there
You know is invisible
Thoughts turn away gravity
I am your dead immortal
Answers
Lapiz Dominoes
S1, L2 reads out of sync with the rest of your totally metaphysical monologue. I think/ read that like all poets you are reaching upwards to catch the joy as it flies and I hope you reach, glimpse, make it; please do keep poeming!
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