
ABOUT POETRY
It’s not the words
Although as we try harder
Love becomes the only thing we hunger
It’s not the soundThey are merely echoesIn the hollow chambers of Time
A state of simple beingIs what it is: aren’t we all sick ofThe complexes of the New Age???
Don’t take the bloodless words seriouslyIf your heart runs like a restless brideWe are who we are---a simple fact no less
Miraculous than any otherWe are extremely lucky that we’re differentFrom each other & poetry is what brings us closer +z.z.foto by: Nicholas J. Bryan