turmoil:
the oily art of turning
water into wine and/or vinegar
your beard splattered
with fried watermelon
and savory slices
of your finest cheese
we suspect our impossibilities
are always more prominent to others
than they are to oneself
a dream is a dress rehearsal
for life's becoming
a theater of living irony
where illiterate actors
are born to justify
quixotic sentiments
and unruly syntaxes
this jargon may be absurd
but the ground of watery being
knows no other
mercy save her own
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 3:47 PM UTC
turmoil:
the oily art of turning
water into wine and/or vinegar
your beard splattered
with fried watermelon
and savory slices
of your finest cheese
we suspect our impossibilities
are always more prominent to others
than they are to oneself
a dream is a dress rehearsal
for life's becoming
a theater of living irony
where illiterate actors
are born to justify
quixotic sentiments
and unruly syntaxes
this jargon may be absurd
but the ground of watery being
knows no other
mercy save her own
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