In restless existence, contrived
as wrinkled murmurs
Soothed by an intractable inertia,
plainly condoned as a matter of fact
necessary in shifting distances.
Assumptions of comfort
percolating from depths
retorted in muted anguish
anticipating a futile journey –
With reluctance carried
forward as partially folded
over lifting silence
between points, reiterating
an innate residual coherence.
In each footfall, marking
inevitable questions, formed
in defiance of answers
already predicated
upon the weight of prior knowledge
hastily sorted,
Gathered, yet again
in a singular rehearsed gesture
adding to that reserve –
shouldered judiciously and
spun from discarded anxieties
into a hollowed out artifice
where implausible happiness entwine
Even if seemingly effortless.
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