Written By The Left Hand Poem by Salvatore Ala

Written By The Left Hand

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Means something grows equal
An equation is coming into being
Parallel lines move off into infinity
And at the vanishing point
It is our contention that things meet

It means when the rich stop lying
To the poor we can talk about politics
It means the end of violence
Can't begin with violence
It means greed is the flower of death

It means that logarithmic spirals
Begin in black holes
Where the sunflower and seashell
Are repeated into quintessence
And the cosmos enters its fifth element

It means my left brain
Is connected to my right heart
It means my right hemisphere
Creates its own reality
It means I offer what is whole

Saturday, July 13, 2019
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Jazib Kamalvi 14 July 2019

Very impressive write, Salvatore. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.

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Leeann Azzopardi 13 July 2019

since i am fellow south paw, this poem touch my restless heart. no love is wrong

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Salvatore Ala 13 July 2019

Happy to hear from a fellow south paw and glad this poem touched you. Thank you.

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