We are all

words made flesh, resonate when read,
set in tribal line, ethnic stanza
and belief genre
in the great poem, made
by planet earth itself.
We do not know who we are
but stay where the invisible poet
places us
and leave an impression
in the readers' consciousness
connected to something
ancient and universal-
mythology, history, religion, identity, time,
echoing
larger truth of an immense unseen world.
We do not choose to be
evil, wicked
or
helpful,friendly, the same alphabets
write us that way
and we carry different meaning,
We are reshuffled as those before us
to suit a new era
and we are archived
as graffiti
and linguists spend lifelong
deciphering us.



Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus The PoetBay support member heart!
Written on 2026-09-21 at 02:57

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