Monday, November 28, 2016

Will it ever be me again

Incompatible worlds
that thrive on my facets
poach on me
Vagaries that breed to
disarray me
smother reality
Infectious peace retracts
for prodigious expectations
self reacts to self
Divided along asymmetry
torn along rift zones
flows the molten me
Empty for obsidian
plates sifted
will it ever be me again?

~ A

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