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Traver DiDiminico
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My thoughts turn from the task at hand
to the task in mind
I lose my way as I
travel inward
The people around me
like a ball of Theseus' string
Relationships are the ties that
bind me
to the task in mind
I lose my way as I
travel inward
The people around me
like a ball of Theseus' string
Relationships are the ties that
bind me
If there was a chair in which I could comprehend, I would stand always and embrace the path
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I cannot let go
the hour sidles
but I remain looking upward
regression
I become my basest self
instructed by instinct
marionetted by desire
submission
sometimes i read in here just to learn
i always ejoy it
familiar feeling....
That's what's so great about poetry--the attempt to express the unexpressable can succeed through shared unexpressable feelings/experiences
Cheers
again, well said