His Left Hand.
His left hand strings to
imagination in his vision;
irregularity connects to his passion---
poetic tears then flow.
they cry freedom;
they cry liberation;
His eyes gazed afar capture
vision in his imagination;
sights court dances with memory---
poetic imagery is retained.
they sling elation;
they sling illumination;
His insight then sorts among
concepts and pictures set aside;
visions find linkages with forms of dialect---
poetic thoughts are then born.
they disarm imagery;
they disarm tears;
gazed eyes are closed;
tears are wiped;
then Words are written.
Mark Anthony Thomas
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