Loose thrills—incoherent ease
Prude insecurities worry so confidently
Hasty negativity rushes what will happen—what will be?
Imagination drills reality
Screwing what could be
Do you believe in only what you see?
What’s been sawed between you and me?
Dusty particles or ratios of ideals
Someone’s idea pays the bills
Sweeping another into a closet of skills
I've missed your poems. Thanks for sharing.
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