I’m not sure if this technically counts as a concrete poem—but conceptually, our DNA is like concrete. You can imprint all you want while it’s still wet, still forming. But once it sets, the shape holds—sometimes for generations. And yes, sometimes, you have to break it to start over.
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And that’s okay.
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Your concrete poem is amazing!!!! No way on Earth to rush through … LOL.
I love the way you use the grid of seemingly random triplet to almost find a poem, the background of fingerprint makes me think about policing which really fits the word…. love it.
Thank you again, Björn. 🙂 I glad you love it.