A poem I wrote while thinking about this podcast I took part in the other day, yet seemingly having nothing to do with it.
Space
Hunting which
zone safe
tee off words
smith hammering
them haphazard
us in waiting
sparks catch
stand ahast
surprised they're there
afraid not
idea unraveling
if not about them
nothing is
opinions pull
apart easy
airborne jigsaw
stronger
I guess
for forced fit
set time back
to when we marked
undoes and shifts
reign meant
for today
nakedness truth
offensive depends on
who's barging in
this poem's about
all of you
none at all
take what
you will
to be true
somewhere
is elsewhere's
isn't
most dangerous idea
that there's none.
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