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Cohesion
I've been writing
Essays in the dark.
Not clear on
Where to steer the ink.
Where do I start?
Insanity scribbles itself
Into a stanza.
This is often how it embarks.
Pick up the phone
To hear the whispers
Of a heart
Through blistered fingers
Pressed upon different
Key tones.
A filter of kinds
Always seems to be in place
To sort out
Our deafening blasts
Into a weakened echo trace.
Type out the mystery.
Feelings through buttons.
Futile attempts
To catch the glutton of pain
Feeding.
Thank you for being so consistently
Out of my reach.
Cause I'll dream for eternity
Trying to capture
The waking moment
From where this beauty
Raptures across intangibility
To a corporeal realm.
My fingers play in the shade
And I have confidence enough
That I will be
Blindly coherent
In a poet's day.
