i realize that it was mine
just as long as it was yours
so the question of territoriality
starts to get colored like old maps
i use to see as a child thinking if each
country had a different flavor and wanting
to taste them all just to see which was sweetest
but learning very soon that hues can lie in spectral beauty.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
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- Comment from author about the poem: When the world was young.
- Category: Surrealist
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