Amaranthan she is tendrils,
long, thin, but love-lies-bleeding slouching
though earthy, true.
Radiant we were skyscape,
varied, flecked, running-paint attainable
down to a science.
Hyperbolic we are (un)infinite,
directed, in our own paths we lie
stoic, firmly real.
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PoetryThis is probably where my poetry will go. I'm not a poet. Mostly playing with structure.
