I see, I reminisce, something clicks in my mind,
Codgers and gears, a perpetual find,
An answer to the question, the growing unknown,
Life always reveals, but we see what is shown.
A riddle of subtle meaning, what is it, truly?
We twist those handles, our thinking unruly,
Our existence has meaning, behind that past,
We pick the next screw, and hope this will last,
Forever trying to fix it, what is simply broken,
No words have been said, but are yet to be spoken,
Climbing on the base of this precarious shelf,
Philosophers of thinking, but not life in itself,
How do we balance something as unreliable as this?
The base is crumbling, because we only see bliss,
If only we could burrow in the machine, so deep,
If only these problems had the ability to leap,
If only we could warn, without knowing the cause,
For the world has morphed into a permanent pause.
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'Abstract' poetry again 😔
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Reminisce
Poetry~ Words leak through minds, like too much ink does to paper. They spread silently like diseases and blossom like the non-existent amaranthine in spring. ~ (COVER NOT MINE) (All rights reserved) (A collection of rhyming poems. Part 2 out now) (Hig...
