Folds - poetry inspired by a week of Denise Levertov
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Folds in my sheets like ocean waves
Everything like ocean waves
Folds in our clothes like dunes
In White Sands, in Sahara
Over taking everything slowly
Stealing the flowers’ blooms.
Folds in our skin, like sounds,
Like universe’s frequencies, on and on,
Like our lives, in and out of existence,
Never disappearing from our face.
Folds of time that take us down
Paths unknown, always our own,
Through holes in the continuum we rely on.
The clocks, they will tick, sending sound
Over and through the ocean’s waves,
Moving the dunes, stealing the beauty,
taking birth, giving birth, making love,
Again and again, never the same,
But sleeping in the same sheets.
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