Words disconnected from one another
No flowing sentences, short and chopped
Nonsensical weaving of your words
Leaves an unbalanced view on life
What do you hope to accomplish now
Putting these distressed thoughts together
You’re hoping to make sense out of it
Cut and pasting nonsense is just that
There’s no enlightenment coming soon
Just as there is no man in the moon
Write what’s in your mind’s eye and pure heart
From this is the one hope of a start
© 2012 Michael Yost 1/21
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