Portrait~

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Through the cave of words
I inked onto unfinished sculptures-
heads without a brain
body without feet-
nothing seemed to be
in motion.

After carving a thousand
times another horizon,
the message became clouded,
full of folding pages
to no avail.

[ starting at empty walls
only to think of little meaning ]

I learned to love,
between still words,
moving paper hearts
to form artistic ideas...

where we could travel
beyond the mind's normal
acceptance.

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