Stillborn

Raw

Intelligence…

Like dry

Cement

Sitting unmixed

Never used

To make

Anything

Real

 

Raw

Intelligence…

A flashing

Neon light

To its own

Potential

Bulbs

Burning out

One at a time

 

Raw

Intelligence…

Its shadows

Forever littered

Along a

Lost and

Forgotten

Past tense

Alleyway

 

Raw

Intelligence…

Like shards of

Glass

In the maelstrom

Reflecting a story

Of what

Might

Have been

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

 

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