Escaping The Sandbox.

Growing up,

There were limited perspectives

Within my sandbox,

My four dimensional space,


When I acquired access

To the fifth dimension

Of thought,

Through poetry.

– Original-Dante


When all is said and done

What is a crescent moon

Except a tilted smile

From the high tide giver.


– Original-Dante


l was lost,

With little

To no bread crumbs

To retrace

My steps,

Until my past self

Paved a way

Through the journals

Of yesterday.


– Original-Dante

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