Starfish Poem by Jeffrey Yang

Starfish



One feels a sainte-terrer walking
the starfish shore. The soul
delighteth in decussate symmetry
dwells quincuncially. Without a word
prayer elevates the heart. Starfish
have neither brain nor heart.
Perhaps they are pure intellect of
soul pure coincidence pure
feeling clinging to the rocks of Paradise.
Far from living water the soul desiccates.

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Jeffrey Yang

Jeffrey Yang

Escondido, California
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