poetry is my
w
h h
e o u
e s e
l
there is something
about delicate
words strung together
to echo enraptured
passion which fuels me
with mirth
content is of no
consequence
a myriad of
subjects encircle
my mind and exploration
is definitely required
to be able to search
in the micro core
of minutia
so perplexed
it could render
the most detail
oriented person
into a state of pure torment
nevertheless there are human
truths that must be shared
and adhered to regardless
of outcome
lost at sea
i can hear them
as they beckon my fiber
all that i am devoured
by the mists a story
will travel to the edges
of the earth to truly
comprehend
life affords us perspective
time to take that antique
snow globe with the essence
of those old ghosts that haunt
our personal her/his/story
time to proper
regardless of terrain
the ultimate story
is housed in the one
we carry each
and every
day
*Title Quote: The Flash
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