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It’s a slippery sinuous thing
sneaking into wormholes,
creeping into consciousness,
lurking in the background of dreams,

Like a radio.
Always playing.
One room over.

Where do the rampant questions end
and tedious rounds of remembrance
turn to forgetting?

The only menace lies in the meaning we ascribe.

Close your eyes and take a breath
as the long gray road ahead unwinds.
The heart unravels but all the world remains.

This was written for Three Word Wednesday.


Alice Audrey said...

The world may remain, but what meaning is there to it when the heart unravels?

August 26, 2015 at 3:52 PM
Sheilagh Lee said...

the heart may unravel temporarily but we humans are a resilient lot and we repair our hearts patching them and moving forward

August 26, 2015 at 4:53 PM
Old Egg said...

Sadly as good as the long gray road ahead looks good you still have to take along that same person who got you into the situation to start off with.

August 26, 2015 at 7:31 PM
Jae Rose said...

What a breathtaking poem...the hum of the radio..the static of life..you slay one problem another arises..can we rebuild our hearts..patch them up and still survive in the world..maybe that is the essence of life..and survival

August 30, 2015 at 5:17 AM

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