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It’s been a dark corridor for a while.
I was hoping I could go into one of those beautiful picture frames
But I was never one to appreciate photography.

Can I disappear out of a window;
Even if there is a drop?
Sometimes I prefer the drop, some days I prefer it a lot.

Could I float into the sky?
Or would I be stuck in the ground?

Can I become one with the orange of the sunset horizon?
Could I become one with the blue of the day sky?

I’ve became one with the darkness of the night, and I think it’s about time to change the light.
 Dec 2015 Joseph Paris
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•up the
wall... he wou-
ld climb every  night
again and again... • every
time he did, to the bottom he
would fall•fortunately aid came
quickly to where  he had lain... • on
handsome horses, sat  men moustach-
ed and tall  •   overhead the moon cried
sullen and grim•oh why  does he always par-
take in such foolish endeavour?
•the men hurr-
ied back on thundering  hooves to save him
•he laid motionless  awaiting to be put toge-
ther•"we're the same,  both ellipses, she and i"
•same words he would repeatedly mutter
"to be closer to her I will always try•only
then she would know that forever
i'll be falling for her"


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Concrete Poem 23 of 30

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