An Exchange Over Your Creation (#109)

Why did this one stick?
I inadvertently learned?
As dials collect dust, unreachable
Bless and cobble
Little taps along your path
We enjoy effortful transition

Technically a timeline has course corrected
Thousand thoughts adorning flame
Inherited tones
Rooms afar
Clutching weird anger over better instinct
Thin metal smacks the jagged acceptance

Meanwhile, cosmic explored by enveloping ambiance
Of course
Still discovering me
Primal dopery
I don’t take myself personally



  1. revolutionarymusings · November 18

    Great poem; i love it.

    Liked by 1 person

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