form

coming back a little older,
a polished stone
that skims over the hard surface
`
but no euphemisms please for
things that sharpen the sensors
are outside of words
`
if i could walk a different way home
to a different room, to different smells
and leave these memories
`
for i have become something of form
shaped by a small world
believing in small words
`
i am touched by nothing
except
the useless shapes of acceptance and rejection
`
raul

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raul, first of all it is good to see your words again. i especially like the last two stanzas. very powerful stuff on the whole. caught me by the heart. thanks.