Can one capture beauty with the camera
The poem, the postcard, the antlers
Branching out, reliving the age of phantoms
Strength shone like Bruce Banner
To transcend, proceed, undo, re-read
It's all a new dawn while I breath
I usher in a new understanding with this pen
Unleash the ink to flower and stem
Revitalized by the core of the word
The world, the intricate, the delicate
Absurd and pestilent, blessings upon you
Open minded, take a dip, fondue
Gaining traction, candlestick lit
Wick tip drips and the wax dries sits
Sealing the package, like a kiss both lips
Meeting another, so glad you exist
Ecstatic just to merge in the moment
Bottleneck stiff so we just blow past it
Making good use of the suddenly spastic
Raw materials, ash, spit, plastics
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