Wild patches,
pulled from beneath the bed,
A sacred semblance of the mundane,
etched in algorithmic flotsam,
debris isolated and perfected in form.
And while you wander lost, among the crowd,
he will find you, corner you, and draw you in,
touching your empty palm with the magic of
mathematical purity,
Drowning out all sounds of machinery,
squelching the impulse of hunger and doubt; and you
will be left--
Alone, again,
to draw out meaning from the heavy ashes.
YOU ARE READING
Please Don't Touch
PoetryPlease Don't Touch is my first self-published book of poetry, written and published originally in 2012. #51 in Poetry, 3 June, 2017 #85 in Poetry, 4 June, 2017 #108 in Poetry, 25 May, 2017 #136 in Poetry, 26 May, 2017 #149 in Poetry, 24 May, 2017 #1...
