I build cities from dancing ribbons,
breathing wind into the tiles of recollection and imagination:
cold bricks, warm clay, wet lips.
I want to be Marco Polo,
to map my memories with extraordinary facts.
The silk road was a solid delineation,
a moving line of moments.
Nonfiction is Nonsense. Nonsense is Nonlinear.
A narrative flows like silk, like a road, like a city:
cold bricks, warm clay, wet lips.
breathing wind into the tiles of recollection and imagination:
cold bricks, warm clay, wet lips.
I want to be Marco Polo,
to map my memories with extraordinary facts.
The silk road was a solid delineation,
a moving line of moments.
Nonfiction is Nonsense. Nonsense is Nonlinear.
A narrative flows like silk, like a road, like a city:
cold bricks, warm clay, wet lips.
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Yellow Sweater
Dec 26, 2020
inspired by Italo Calvino's Invisible Cities.