Written for a credenza my father built with his hands, which
I subsequently painted, imprinting the above on the inside
of the door
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ekkis
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poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit
| I am an old tree |
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I am an old tree
felled for lumber
I am boards assembled
by a father into a credenza
I am furniture rejuvenated
by a son and his girl’s brush
I am additional storage
for the next generation
I am here to keep things
for you safe and hid
木木木
[28-X-2020]
Copyright © 2011 Erick Calder |
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