Friday, 7 July 2017

reason, no rhyme

Discretely deranged, we thought we could fathom
a love worthy of rewritten odes - 
to the promise of together
to the delusion of forever
 to the rhythm of another,
...a home bearing weight, an anchor lending lightness 


...to the duality of moments, and the burden of time

Maybe we were just seeking poetry, 
in a world without rhyme. 

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