Nook and Crannie

this life we receive
don’t wanna to hear sound bytes
travel through the ear canal and escaping
don’t wanna read and discard

reuse and recharge
entering without filtering
more than laughing,
more than crying,
more than craving
more than obvious
more than supercilious
dogs bark
but do we hear?
rain fell
but it only made us wet

silhouettes dance across the walls

and tell stories
we hold the pencil
and the brush
participating
publishing
creating
in the same way as the Creator
and add a miniscule
of pulchritude
funny how we
confine beauty
to a beauty shop
but in the nooks and crannies
of the seemingly plebeian
you’ll find her blushing
and biting the corner of her lip
patient, rising, fomenting hope
unveiling itself
until you are captured
and immersed
in every follicle, pore, and wrinkle
in the  sweat
and melody

thoughts, patterns
beauty

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