Short Poem of the Day — Sunday, November 27, 2022

Memories keep you reminiscing — Priming the moving target

A rouse

Like an oath, it sets apart the natural world

A cold breath, but its timing collects as you come together

fungible as well, corners of the world

In the distance can be heard, “Let’s go.”

The Shrink is on the way.

Everything is going to be alright,

Onsets a big-picture, broad and boasting

But not yet spreading,

Moments are said,

Will these memories come again?

Look into the big-picture

There’s the tap

That infinitesimal sense from orchestration.

We sleep knowing the shrink is on the way,

But wake merely knowing the day.

And yet if I flick the switch,

The beautiful Medusa would say otherwise.

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