Creation

by January 16, 2021 0 comments

This existence is
a cave
caged in unknowing.

My consciousness
and yours- two
primitives

figuring out
the aesthetics
of everythingness.

You rub
your words
against mine,

a fire
is borne
out of stone.

editors note:

And, thusly, we rock on… (We welcome Nikita to our crazy congress of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of her madness on her new page – check it out.) – mh clay

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