Ink

Ink

A Poem by Veritasexlogos

Our arms
tangle
like tribal tattoos
that convey a people,
our nationhood.
Every pattern
purposeful
like smoke coiling
from a well stoked pipe
left to cool
by the window.

© 2010 Veritasexlogos


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Added on June 5, 2010
Last Updated on June 5, 2010

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Veritasexlogos
Veritasexlogos

Worcester, MA



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My attempts at writing are nothing short than me trying to figure out what exactly to put in this very box. more..

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