Friday, December 5, 2014

Poetry Remix

We shape our self
To fit this world

And by the world
Are shaped again.

The visible 
And the invisible

Working together 
In common cause,

To produce
The miraculous.
I am thinking of the way
The intangible air

Passed at speed
Round a shaped wing

Easily
Holds our weight.


So may we, in this life
Trust

To those elements
We have yet to see
Or imagine, 
And look for the true

Shape of our own self, 
By forming it well
To the great

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