Random Word Poetry: The Voyage

Odilon Redon, Flower Clouds The Voyage Some seek the omniscient,yet even stars die. There is noall-knowing. I am on, not a race, but a voyage,swaying, tranquil, sharp, teeny, huge,redundant—and full of surprises—a snap, a glow,like a blue-eyed starefrom a black-and-white portrait. A journey that weighs the ancientand the now. Not apathetic,aware. Savoring the bite of […]

Random Word Poetry: The Voyage

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