poetry by j matthew waters

reworking reality virtually at will

there are no masterpieces
on my horizon
no one and dones
or one-hit wonders
only baby steps softly falling
taking me from this place
to the next
wherever that may be

when nobody’s looking
I dive deep into
a nearby galaxy
jotting down virtual notes on
similarities and differences
returning home and
reworking my memory
into everyday realities

october two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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