Type The World

In the center of every center spins
A secret momentary beginning and end
A number a word written in prayer indelible and ethereal
Entirely ordinarily incredible fates
Type the world that lives within the being states to self without
Saying what Is,

There are ways that never may reveal their why
All the things naturally surreal, the sky,
Collapses into itself as simple as a breath please do not let
The factual lack of shelf life scare us all to death, easy and yet,

Saying what Is,
Type the world that lives within . . .

Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-03-14 at 21:45

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Sleeping Arrangements
by Chaucer Whethers