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