altered
one
time
a
version
of
me
fell
deep
into
the
inside
of
the
interiority
of
a
poem.
the
version
of
me
before
that
fall
has
yet
to
be
sighted
again.
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Beautiful, I love the arrangement of the words on the page, like drops of water falling.
I, too, love the form here. That first stanza is so strong too–but the poem leaves me thinking.
the form let’s the reader take time to pause on the words-well done.
The only place to be! Love this.