There are poems
and there are stories,
that are made of a single word.
Words like home,
or immigrant,
longing
or exile.
There are poems to whom if
you add a single thing⎯
they'll disintegrate,
or explode
leaving nothing behind,
but ever increasing
entropy.
Tuesday, August 02, 2011
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