Logjam

It would it would not

it should it should not

cavern circles

dark abysses

the line would not turn around

the thought line

short sharp

ever so maligned

pretty bow wrapped

stellar shine

so round round

the thought line travels

slow low brow

careful to slice no more

hearts hands

inside the surreal human mind

unmarked depths

that are ready to explode.

 

 

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