a buildup of prisms and clocks,
a study of yes, or not.
a hit that knocks you on your
face, could this be real, or another
fake.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
investment in said stock. fingers are crossed. betting this is real. Could you do an Art Deco-inspired poem pour moi? or if you have one out, give me a nod. Goldy