poetry and story inn fridays week 125 .....april blogging a -- z

 

 

  

 

 

It is very rough,
The research of it
will never be enough.
It's an infinitely
layered structure.
We're in it
but refuse to
take what it is
as final.
It is invisible
like air but
we feel the blue
when issues
stretch
in the form of
dark sketches. 

a poem by   montuwa