Resting in Pieces

torn in two

pulled apart

by the tug of

warring concerns

a directionless ribbon

tied around the persistent present

of the necessary now

trapped between

the long forgotten future

and the never ending past





with no give

the strain took

and by the tension

we were not taught


instead we hover above the dirt

the mud, the mire

from whence we came

the same, unchanging



when all is

said and done

completed silence

becomes our restless place

as discarded

and forgotten



we lie




no more

we become

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