Poetic Prose boop your nose and slip right up betwixt thine eyes
Spelling surprise in the rise from tip to furrow on your brow
As though to know sudden knowing wrinkles thoughts
Sparks memories, forges iron recollections out through your pores
Opening window and doors to your mind
Knocked open with signs and riddles entwined in a lifetime
Sublime divine abilities displayed of word on thought…Oh what foray!
Jason G., 9/27/2023