Gathering Words

On the threshold of a word, the poet assumes the form of a bird, realizing wings and eyes so keen, he flies in the face of gravity.

Stretching his body in the broad expanse, he flings a phrase and takes a chance, knowing full well that those who read, will search for meaning in between.

His gliding flight gives some rest, ‘gathering words’ to make them guess, is there truth to build a life, or only deception that comes as light?

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