Without Goo

Let us make of this dull, gray sky a sky.
And say, of these trees, that they are trees.
Let us put down the burden of seeking
Significance. Surface must satisfy. Nothing
Is deep, and, if, here, without warning, I
Blurt that I need you, decide if you also
Need me.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-11-19 at 15:16

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