There are boxes in this poem

This table
Boxes are sitting on
If not regarded
Will be discarded
All will disappear
None will be left
One will assume
There’ll be more
But none will be added.
This poem
Is a fable
If not regarded
More will be added
If this is taken
In one sitting
And it is regarded
None will be added
Time will be
All that is left in this room

Wildkhard [TA]

 

Click Next To Continue Reading This Post

Tagged as: