Friday, October 27, 2017


We discussed our dreams.
We discussed our lives.
We tried to make sense
Of sense’s senseless cosmos.

We scooped and broad-brushed
With palettes of strong colors
When we painted our stories
Into a corner.

The world said one thing
In myriad, random waves
We interpreted in ways

Made them seem something other.
The world said one thing.
We said it was our mother.

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