In our progressively disposable society, poetry waves the flag of permanence. It musters memory towards the onslaughts of ephemera.…we go to fulfill the realization of makers understanding who we have been …figuring out tips on how to Dwell, and what everyday living is… …we have to spin through our seventh adventures in the endlessness of a

Black is the colour of my very little brother’s head, the gray streaks in my mom’s hair. Black is the color of my yellow cousin’s smile, the scards upon my neighbor’s wrinkled facial area……we go to satisfy the realization of makers understanding who we've been …figuring out ways to Dwell, and what existence is… …we have to spin as