The Overlaps

by Christos Polydorou

Words
words
words

One
one
one-ing

from
the
birds :


There are worlds accessible, and others we catch glimpses of, filling us with yearning, pining, longing.

Swords
swords
swords

Shoot
shoot
shoot-ing

ranges of
the
Lords :


I want to want what I have got. I want to be able to recognize any ease bestowed upon me. I want to be able to achknowledge what is benevolent to me. I do not want ingratitude to be the consequence of my ambition : transcendence.

Hell.
Heaven sent.
Sentimental :

Chords
chords
chords

re
resound
resounding

from
the
Words.

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