QED

poesy

Kite in the tree

I’m all mixed up with

no common place to reside:

a boredom, and more so—a crestfallen posture.

Sentiments flare among

the unwillingness of others

to consider breath and compassion.

Once I veered to the opposite corner,

here I considered the alternatives while

my neighbors annihilated there souls

once again.

This was not a odious scene:

as it revealed a willingness to

drown the beauty with banality

of lost things.

However the present duration,

we remain material witnesses

to life and its variations of

maxims.

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