fold me
into
an aeroplane
launch me
across
the sun dappled
waves
to soar face first
into
the rubble
of formerly civilized
vistas.
make me
into
a crane
with
elegant wings
to settle on the
shelf
with the dusty remnants
of all the dreams
left to decay
as life
makes another
crater
in the place of
progress.
these
origami dreams of
becoming
more than
the boundaries of this
failing form
folding
the imperfections
into something that
can make
the emptiness
fulfilling.
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Man I wish I was food at oragami
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Me too
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I said food but i meant good…stupid nails
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I translated it.
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LOVE the title
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me too. I wish I had the patience for real origami. I just used a canned substitute. The swans seem wan.
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I can’t do “good” origami, but it’s fun to do here and there.
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