lack of words does not imply nothingness as no one would be able to infer the symbols omitted no intonation of internal sounds would ever arise, no cloudy shapes to morph and billow like sails in gray fog froth dissolves leaves fine residue oh what paths we weave Chagall 2020
Tag Archive: ideation
I grow weary of the couplet, such a shame
as it’s how I halve my quatrains
Soon I’ll offer nary
more than a letter
Welcome dear reader
to “name that thought”
© Chagall ∞
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