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Wednesday, February 26, 2020

Poem- “One Direction Into More”

“One Direction Into More”

You have a hand in one direction.
There’s been change to your own body.
Age occurs.
So, from progress or loss, the hand begins to be in another direction.
Even if it’s in the same direction.
From change in body, there’s change at hand.
Both hands can be in the same direction.
Love takes place on varied environmentalisms over form.
Form is made under a new body, and, thus, the form is no longer the same.
We’re going to need to be figurative about changes taking place.
Something in the place removes the origins for more.
Originality can’t be a mere difference.
There’s always difference, and, there seems to never be difference.
For art to be original, we must determine qualitative statements with risk.
It’s the risk which may or may not leave a work original.
People will be opposed to the blue marble.
Our weight sinks and rises.
Victims get buried in meaningless surface.
The risks provide us with indication.
Your hand will become dust, soil, and wind.
A hole shouldn’t be singular life.
We dig it- we dig from it and we dig after it.
Before and after turn into a mass with constant spinning.
Gears determine original work depending on risk.
It’s one direction into more.



https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/One-Direction-Into-More-831795963?ga_submit_new=10%3A1582707357

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