by Icingsugar
no wonder the poems were jammed, they were fighting to get in, so much spunk so much energy, so huge, they must have had a bit of a stampede and blocked the door....
"a multiverse existence
of options splitting reality
into a web of perhaps,"
love this piece up there
I could read this hundreds of times. I loved the way it rolled off my tongue. Yummy poem.
It seems every other poem is a gem today. Here's another. Like Eummie - I read this over and over - it just gets better.