seconds tug on the
seams of my heart
a patchwork, pieced together palpitation
no logical explanation
except,
i tried
seconds and minutes and hours
and still the sand sliding
solves no questions, nor riddles
of heart wrenched rant drenched rhymes
no page 108 no solution to turn to
and no answer no fate
no clothes pattern to piece the organ
to palpitate and resonate
into a chorus
... oh how love implores us
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