A Tinkers Dream Poem by Cee Bea

A Tinkers Dream



that is not god
its me, having had enough

and
its just me
I am everyone and
everyone is me

thats what everyone
is

born out of nigh.

A tinkers dream.

Sunday, November 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: muse
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