By Athena Stairs, April 10, 2025
Breaks in reality
Rarely relaxing
As they ought to be
Normally regrouping
Displaced incongruities
Marginalized legitimacy
Moments fragmenting
Sense of self’s integrity
Looking for a way out if
Only through tidal spouts
Grasping forelorn shores
Wind blown never mores
Hailing ships and planes
Ashamed of fear’s pain
Carnivals speed past
Desert island flares
Astonished no one
Notices or cares
Imparts impression
Of love as a lost art
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