Microchasm

 

Jostled,

Tussled,

Like hair in the 

wrong place.

Unsure

how to face

these truths.

But they must be absorbed.

 

Maybe with time

the rhymes

will come

more efficiently

but today

dosn't wait.

 

And maybe that's

a microchasm:

a reminder of the gap

between expectation

and the random.

A half-formed crater

waiting for definition

between where it forms

and where it spasms.

 

Wanting description

of, at least, its lack thereof

that may further define

its absence...

 

 

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but as emotions arise the

but as emotions arise the heart will bekon the soul for more


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