By Emre Kuzu via Pexels

It’s
the snatches of
sight superimposed
on
a plain room

the surreal
remembrance of a memory partly
lived

the curiosity
dangled untangled
wound and rewrapped
like
knotted string

the hum
from
a sentence that

pulls you to
answer
before drifting again

to the
thinking disbelief

the
bottled unbalanced
weight of a
loaded maybe

Poet, writer, and digital artist. Looking for the ways words catch like silver in the rain. Writer for The Creative Café, P.S. I Love You, and The Startup.

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