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Yes it is 3am
A poem with no meaning
no metaphor
no idiom
no consonance dissonance or resonance
just a pile of disjointed words
a bunch who barely stand each other
what meaning would you attain
from such a round up of insoluble group?
life is a journey they say
and at each pit stop
each halt
each pause - whether forced or not is irrelevant
been collecting words
and they have somehow stuck
struck a bond with me yet are at each other's neck inside of my head
sometimes they decide to come out all at once
sometimes they go on a strike or throw tantrums and block me out.
.
no metaphor
no idiom
no consonance dissonance or resonance
just a pile of disjointed words
a bunch who barely stand each other
what meaning would you attain
from such a round up of insoluble group?
life is a journey they say
and at each pit stop
each halt
each pause - whether forced or not is irrelevant
been collecting words
and they have somehow stuck
struck a bond with me yet are at each other's neck inside of my head
sometimes they decide to come out all at once
sometimes they go on a strike or throw tantrums and block me out.
.
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