Margins

by Joelly Cameron

A heart, unsound plunges ahead.

Declined.

Pallid.

Though newly redesigned.

With each beat comes resolve.

A schlemiel, shows only impedance.

Putting the arm on.

Liquidating not stabilizing.

Give the go ahead.

A loud grumbling and craving gravitational come on.

We build bridges in the air.

That’s where we find comfort.

En masse.

Bulls eye simple.

Without censorship, justification or castigation.

Margins meet like butterfly wings.

Softly overlapping; like a sealed envelope.

Forming novel attachments.

A baptism without end.

4 Comments to “Margins”

  1. really loved the imagery in this one. here i just sense the feel of the re-birth of something greater – pouring a committment into something. as an example would be like pouring into writing to build faith into the soul.

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