Everyday
I look at my naked form
in a mirror
and write on rough surface
with delicate mind’s eye
I reckon
this body, a literary work
in progress
this physique
reworked
a thousand times
is ever changing
like poetic syntax
evolving
as I scan
diction and
multisyllabic content
with meter
and sheer will continues
to edit
flesh, along with dreams
sincerely
hoping
to transcend time.









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