The Origins of Poetry

Random thoughts pulled toward a point of convergence,

like steel filings drawn to a magnet, colliding, clinging, piling up,

fusing into a junk-metal sculpture, found art from lost purpose.

 

Copyright 2016

T. Allen Culpepper

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