Placid summer day, the feeling of want
To be able to write alongside the sides
Of my own thoughts, places for myself to
Know which way to sustain and create
A new way to write, new thought to create, to let
Myself into an inner sanctuary, the art
The portrait, the faces which are multitude
Always forcing inward glances, kaleidoscope
Fate, discerning dual quantities into one
Single infinity, constant endeavor, 1,000 suns.
Christopher Baird 2011 ©
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