as time passes
the seconds allow me to
comprehend
to ascertain
to understand
that duration is really just a
dependent notion
when one is hoping for some form
of deep contemplation
analyse the silences
the breaths unmade
the sleeves of unspoken words
heard felt seen
the trailing of ellipsis
what is this business
of wondering
waiting
delving into my open chasm
of ticking hands, unwanted and unfree?
tirades not expelled
why, there is no form in this,
shapeshifters, need to delve,
a prism of understanding
no need to be handed the key
and warranting the notion
that sadness is a well
a swirling potion
a knowing
all-knowing
sins wrought,
I didn’t commit any of them
just a misunderstanding
discomfort
but to speak further would trump
the lot of them.
should one censor choice words
when being themselves
speaking freely
no motives in place
only transparency…
(30/11/21)
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