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place to go and write whatever is in your head. Cheers.
Moon
It’s a sound and a smell, unraveling,
The beginning of it all, unstaged,
A ring of a bell, an iced knell,
A silencing of words held in stasis.
The reconfiguration torn, time
Spends itself in a reordering of mime,
Chaos reminisced, and so it stops
Still, a grin marking skin pulled
Tight; this sense of ages spun,
Reborn in the morning, figure none.
We all begin to rebegin amid waste,
A mind creeping, begging to explain,
Eager to foul, dismembered to fall.
She cannot explain, she cannot see it.
We are existence twisted, left, lone,
Seeking a guide without a true path,
And in finding one we call it home.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, June 8, 2019
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