A rhyme, in time


I revel
in silent contemplation,
with a head full of
and simmer.


I know not
where these truths
are supposed to take me,
or whether I shall return.
But it somehow seems
they must be absorbed.


As if holding pieces
of hitherto unmatched
there exists a promise
of completion
that isn't yet quite
        A montage of movie scenes
        with no context,
        played in random succession.

        Bars of music
        detached from the each other,
        pursuing a rhyme.



In time...



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