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I build
with lines and curves
in syntaxes, in symbols.
Blank space waiting
to emerge in form. Subdued,
muted in tone verses. Tempered
by time, organic
in proportion,
inspired.
 
Scale upon scale.
Measure for measure.
Out of paper,
subliminal life
surfaces. A voice,
a message in letters,
of pure and simple
speech.
 
Impressions.
Outside
looking in. Experience
subtle reverberations,
palimpsest graphite
echoes of human
dimension.
 
The length,
the width and the depth
of an architect,
I build.

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Clothesline

you  reposed-
contoured in a shape
 
          formed ridges,
          dividing horizon.
 
          my fingers were
clothespins.
 
my legs were
propping
 
while you stretched
receiving weight
 
some wet linen
hung, to dry

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