What's beautiful will transport you every time
To project into a well and expect an answer will leave you wondering
Not I
The build-up is the only moment to live for
Everything else is abyss
Towers from afar are somehow closer to my heart
Growing beyond my mind with a push at the well and a little help from the divine
And the tempo rises
And the eye opens from here to semi-conductors in sound
To places I've never been before
No atoms, no metaphor
Just reality striking its fist
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About the Creator
Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle
Vocal Top Story 13 times + Awesome Story 2X. Author of Award Winning Novel Small Tales and Visits to Heaven XI Edition + books of poems, etc. Also in lit journal, anthology, magazine + award winning entries.
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"I just can't do this anymore..." "Do what?" What can't you do? Put gas in your own car? I swear to God you make me take care of everything, don't you? You know I'm on my way to work right now but that never stops you from bothering me, does it?"
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And striking it hard! Nicely penned, Lisa!
<3 Beautiful, Lisa