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Wrappings

The tapestry that floats
on nails in my mind
dreams cloaked in drippings
like old plaster hanging from vines
Secrets kept in boxes
filled with butterfly wings torn off
wishes and their oaths
laid on shards of frozen words
Little gifts wrapped in tissue
frayed by the giver as fingers fumble
to retie the ribbon that's fallen away
to hide on the floor amidst the dust

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Written October 10th, 2004

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  • Anathematized
    October 10, 2004
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    I loved the imagery that was displayed in this piece very clearly written as if you sought to make the point be a point instead of a riddle like a lot of your poems do sometimes. I love it.