Infinite Etiquette Poem by Shelby Barker
Infinite Etiquette
I am high on the essence of free spirit.
I seep through the world’s satiated history
from a liberated cloud in pure negative space.
I inhale perfumes lingering with what is dearest
to one from all centuries, smelling elegant glory.
Languages in different mouths I tenderly taste;
words I swallow intimately, after the merest
sound. Though in present day a mystery,
class is beheld in a timeless place
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