Recycled Air

Standing on the edge of a new understanding
With new eyes
The same as the ones before
But with less complications
The unnecessary strings were cut
To reveal the remaining bonds

And the air settled better here
Among the changed
It is human nature to try and fail in patterns
All more basic than admitted

Those years on tense grounds
Behind us, almost forgotten
Its these bonds now
Loosely tangled and all embraced

Their if freedom
In the common space we share
And beauty in recycled air

Poetry by ashley honig
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Written on 2010-02-17 at 12:54

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nicely wirtten poem. sometimes it is too wordy but the finish is is of exceptional quality both for its words and content