A Thesis on Synthesis

11.5.2015

Anything can synthesize
Into the whole soul
Diligently filigreed or publicly pilloried
All together in the soup rationed or portioned
All together in different contortions
Coming from the middle and going to the middle
No rules can limit or expand the intensity
Of cooling a vapor
While ripping a tear
While walking the room
Wall bumping asleep

Everything can synthesize
Into the whole soul
Cogently logical or sloppy by modus operandi
Closing your own doors and opening opportunity windows
At every glance of a deck of cards on the floor
Every pedestrian sign sharing the road with every bike sign
Filling more of the scope with
Eagle brilliance and woodpecker tenacity
Until the synthesis fleeting completes itself
Ending never


11.5.2015
14 YEARS DRY
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in SF@811


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