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Category: Writing and Poetry
If a fragment of verse sits unchanged in a poem for six months, then maybe it's time to remove it from the poem and let it become its own creature. And sure enough, soon as I cut and pasted it into its own Open Doc, my brain exploded with ideas on ways to bring it to fruition. About half way through I realized what it was about, and titled it accordingly:
Maya
From hard hidden folds where granites press stony drops through limestone crevices to streams that coalesce in emptiness and pool in caverns dripping far from sight to canyon narrows carved from monuments heft high above a universe of waves to stillborn depths where ancient forms of life move like starving ghosts amid the void she creeps through time an ever present force birthing shapes amorphous to the mind which rise and bubble out into the light manifest for moments on the wind
1:26 PM
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