Mind (Words)

by Christos Polydorou

Poetry
exists
in its purest
most inspirational
geometric forms
among the Platonic spheres
in a universe
parallel
to our own,
a space reachable through
gates
guarded
by the man,
himself.

Gods, deities,
unravellers of the caryatids of the
Acropolis, We may be the
living dead-brained,
brain the sizes of birds’
But you are the half cast
in open spaces
forever at the eye
of the storm. We need
each other
to keep both
visible and
invisible worlds
in place,
from not careening
into an exploding wreck!

Answer
our prayers and we will
make verse
of our gratitude.

We reveal ourselves in
kindness
and you return it
sevenfold.

Among the trees
is a neutral place
of beauty
for any of us

to
meet.
Miraculous
what we can say

if we pay attention
to respecting Words
and using them
resourcefully

as their source
is only forever abundant
if left
to forever rejuvenate

itself.

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