truth

by Robertsnw

Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-03-22 19:45:00

Parent message is 148637
truth in croissants
in conch shells
where air blows through vacuums
spirals and double helix
steps on ladders migrate
to make shit more interesting
reach higher fall harder
all meaning more
entirety doesn’t cover
nothing but a veil
a napkin
something to wipe off and look at
measure small grounds