When I write all of this down,

on a document of such size,

I grasp what’s not there,

in word bubbles and murmured speech,

colors from cubicled cartoons leak,

like busted pipes at Winter’s mercy,

on position paper,

or a paper positioned?

I can pick through resonance,

with psychokinetic strategy,

forming solutions to melodramatic stakes,

an island inclined to the lord of larvae and flies,

political policies divide,

as always one strives,

for peace once contrived,

petty peeves and personal squabbles,

thrown to the wolves,

as directive shapes in pen.





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