Penetralia

I have a secret place,

not of reason,

not of rhyme,

I make my time,

bide this rhyme,

in indelible ink,

don’t even try to erase,

this space,

pace,

pace,

pace,

I run the race,

a marathon to another place,

penetration impales the rhyme,

maybe it’s time…

for me,

rearrange these molecules,

in space,

change the narrative,

calm that face,

calm this face,

prudence at exchangeable rates?

perhaps…

I’m like an internet connection,

always crashing,

without a trace,

Unreliable,

Yes,

I,

Am,

Not here though,

I cannot see,

but I rather not,

pace,

pace,

pace,

abound theory craft’s gates,

a one-of-a-kind high,

a block spiderwebs reside,

long maligned,

it’s quitting time,

Penetralia,

your Poetry divine.

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