no repetitive trope
can muster the force of art
to repair love
but I will discover the word
of the hour that vibrates
the frangible substance of the heart
echoes in the mind
reflecting off the great glass
shaking it aware of its source
exhaust the why into silence
end the epicycles inside
worthless rehearsals of time
do you know why I am here
it is exactly what I want to know
when the moment arrives
and mystery means revelation
when the answers cannot be found
an unfolding in space
1 comment:
"Frangible" brilliant! :) I wonder the same thing...will someone tell me why I'm here, too? :D
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