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adjacent frustrations
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whole lotta other stuff We are pendulums that affect all that we affect.
Until we try to perfect a life, we cannot make perfect.
As I try to untie all the words, I have rendered.
Complicated notions between impressions surrendered.
Fragments try to pin down some adjacent frustrations.
Scholars vanish as they cast out their animations.
Life is love to excess; all we venerate and revere.
Do we ever know which is more severe?
We remain amid the shackles within the ticks of the clock.
Why do we always find ourselves between the hard place and the rock?
Much enjoyed reading this one. Your first line was a great simile, and your ending two lines posed a question I can relate to. I think we all find ourselves in a similar position at times in life.
Oh, and thanks for commenting on my sonnet. Much appreciated.