I dance along as if to send
A messaged track
To any shape willing to lend
A form or two
For many who desire a new
Beginning black.
And over bumps perhaps they grew
But cannot mend
The lattice that the free forms do
Possess. They lack
The architecture of attack.
Thus my thoughts wend:
A quiet shape prey to a crack
Should dictate few,
When it holds no purpose to back.
And as I bend,
I cannot know how to defend
My will from you.
Unpublished Material, ©2011 Cali Digre
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