ANOTHER UNIVERSE
In a universe like a beehive, all people exist, But there’s another, unique and not isolated, where he persists. He’s unnamed, but I’ve always dreamed Of piecing together bits of everyone, to make him complete. Half a century ago, and now too, he’s the same, Eyes wrinkled in the corners, smile, whimsy, scent, touch, thought, But none have all of these, only parts. For 50 years, I’ve pieced together this new… Keep Reading