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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