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I am No-Thing

( as I draw a circle, around )

By Marcus RomanoPublished 4 years ago 1 min read

I am nothing, as I draw a circle round her face

I am nothing, as I draw a circle round her face

I am nothing, as I draw a circle round her face

Her face, the All : takes place, saintly countenance

Hit it with a Wand, and all its misfits

Dancing, the dance, in An, ecstatic state

Falling, falling into a lower place

You and Me, once again, faced

Six squares, form a cube, some thing

Where I shall build temples, for You

Grow old, die, under a clear blue sky

Sun shining, so like Her face

A kiss, and there is no "why"

Within our union there is no divide

The splendor of your body, soft white thighs

Overflowing, a juicy berry

Into them and more, I am buried

Trapped, in a world, where, We, are married

I do , All; again, no worries

surreal poetry

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