We are not original stuff

We are an aleatory bricolage,
An amoeba with its false feet
Tentative in its fetal darkness

Where new shadows formed.
Shadows are real in a garage.
It is where we are assembled

And take on shape,new idea,
A bricolage cobbled together.
We are not all original stuff.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s