Escaping The Sandbox.

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