a cover up of life's boundaries,
breaking the impossible
telling stories
only good enough to truth by book.
A fiction at its finest act
taking form of its holder
who fits into a better world
dancing on the other side of puddles
leaking through seeled cracks
Oh how the ear dictates
and listens to its speech
the pitch, the words
as wanted.
A friend who sits with planted feet
ready to do, ready to be
anything one makes of thee
I really liked the diction in this poem. It really sets a deep, philosophical mood to it, which I don't typically imagine in an ode, but it works well.
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