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A free form poem on the theme of invention --for Slam |
| Tired of searching for strength in all the wrong places, I improvised, with slips and slides, a contraption restructured from an old roll, a most versatile tool --the duct tape-- just like a person, sticky, with two sides, light and dark. At first, not taking the heat well and leaving everything gooey, it worked its way up to permanently sealing gaps, holes, or cracks. Then, all of a sudden, dabbed with new glue and multicolors on the outside, it encircled me, brimming with life, binding, strengthening my body and, strangely, it reinforced my poise, discipline, even my dreams. When I offered it as a gift, friends said it emphasized hugs bettered attitudes, and forged people together like iron, grasping their essence and qualities. With its determined embrace, my duct tape reveals an invincible permanence, a healing, in the wilderness of moans and groans. I sense, someday, akin to a magician with his last secret, my duct tape will mend and protect delicate hearts and bind the universe together inside a friendly radiance. |