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Writer's pictureR. Rhema

Loose Ends

Updated: Jan 12, 2023


 

Chaotic synchronization becomes undone and communication declares its silence

Unhindered languages developed by varying dialects of the body speak no more

Roads running parallel collide in the collapsed bridges of unbarred emotions

Rivers demand crevices of cheeks to be the clay they flow through

Eyes wide with interpretation of lids covering them but the sun they cannot bear to see


Earth rotates and stops a fraction of the way just before completion

Sun rays spike toward the planet stuttering behind the blackness of our clouds

Stars twinkle in the nursery of darkness as night’s rhyme barely reaches my window

Moon showers fall short of cleansing day from night and the sky turns grey

Space halts its expanse and the opening of orbit becomes microscopic


Knocking notes of melodies forget their position and destroy the rhythm

Harmony falls out of earshot and sound fights with order creating noise

Beats are pounded in sporadic thrashing echoing the confused choir

Instruments abandon their families and the conductor forfeits control

The audience nods and stays aligned with the tragedy of music they think they hear


I’m unraveling like a ball of yarn spun by eternity’s hands

I’m shattering like glass working to be like the sand that created it

I’m spinning under the perception of the control I never had

I’m stretched beyond the measure of atoms allotted to my body

I’m molded into shapes my bones cannot conform to


I thought I found freedom

I thought I finally broke into life

But now I realize I’m living on loose ends

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