The Possibility of all Reality

The Possibility of all Reality

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz
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The Possibility of all Reality

I've curled up behind a bind

Leaving breath to its own circumstances

I'm hopelessly unable to help myself

The causes are many

I can hear the ripping of waves from the sea

Energy sucked dry from the upstair's window

WHO ARE YOU! Cried the gnome's best friend

Why it's me, the silly fool........you know.......you know

I'm in.......I'm in the possibility of all reality!

© 2015 Alfred Kukitz


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Added on December 11, 2015
Last Updated on December 11, 2015
Tags: myself, Curled, waves, gnome

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Alfred Kukitz
Alfred Kukitz

Deering, NH



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Yes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..

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