Paper's Poetry

reflecting off my iris
in a rumble
I heard

to wrap it’s papyrus
around my crumbled
words

blow the smoke
in their ears
after alighted

in their tissues it floats
waiting, where
it enlighten’s

pour my power
over vines
in your vase

every flower
a different time
another place

it says together we’re a net
to capture their ears
and their hearts

a pledge to let
me trace their tears
and diminish the dark

with neon words
from my incandescent ink
spilling

in lines of thirds
that link
from floor to ceiling

an intensive
amplified choir
flowing free

attentive
to the desperate desire
of paper’s poetry...