Growing up,
There were limited perspectives
Within my sandbox,
My four dimensional space,
Shattered
When I acquired access
To the fifth dimension
Of thought,
Through poetry.
– Original-Dante
Tilted.
When all is said and done
What is a crescent moon
Except a tilted smile
From the high tide giver.
– Original-Dante
Yesterday.
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
O.D. 