Getting to know you is like witnessing
an episode of long-winded elation;
like hearing the echoes
of your footfalls drawing
closer to my doorstep
after the abrupt disconnection of thoughts
and hidden heart rates
at its accelerating state,
to unify sensations
digressive
as an unguided train of thought.
the sky upon where the locus
of these roaring thoughts lay/
that pacifies the rumblings
of this wrecked mental discourse.
—MLD 01072022
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Artifice
PoetryMy question marks were never caged but they always find ways to conceal their images and trick the pachydermatous spectator with artifice. Maybe, certainty can be Socrates listening to the mixtape in my closet? Maybe uncertainty can be me withou...
