Some Other

 

Away somewhere along some other

Way was wound was found to be

Instead of self perhaps another,

 

Slipping tumblers, not counting mumblers 

Wading without sounding so within a silent sea

This whispery voice in code intoning sets

Lines of such discounted numbers, who regrets

What may not be shown and yet someone remembers

Or so it seems in place of a world known but all unknown,

 

Instead of self perhaps another

Way was wound was found to be

Away somewhere along some other , , , 





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Written on 2023-11-23 at 22:43

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Sameen
Wow, what an amazing poem that rounds upon itself. Great job!
2023-11-24


Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
Intriguing.
2023-11-24