I'm entering out the same exit I came through,
where all that inside the box shit means nothing to the outside.
I emptied my pockets to leave and go, but with more knowledge.
Just in case the next room questions what I "need" to know.
YOU ARE READING
Beyond
PoetryThoughts and ideas that go beyond the norm. Words that together sum questions and answers to what we see each day. Beyond what we question and imagine. Through the works of poetry collaboratively an expression of what I imagine beyond what I truly s...
