The physics of a poem

I’ve folded the sheet of paper in two
Two poems spilt out
Free of any boundaries
These poems frolic in the crisp air of
this winter now
These poems split the margins of an eon
They exalt the particle of God
From every verse
Sink in worlds only to ressurect new ones
Only to keep me warm on the way home
These poems…

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