Serenity a mystery
calm a desire
which holds meaning
in the minds of those
who exist in singular
line
moving with grace on
a linear bridge
between ideas
concepts
plans
I hold them close like gems
as though their skills
transmit
by
osmosis
into a mind which cannot
realise time
in it’s
incomprehensible
design
moving to a place
in a future
which
like a circle
exists outside
of there
everywhere
all
at
once
or never at all
My mind twists strings
From forgotten things
which construct
patterns
clues
like footsteps in the snow
above
below
everywhere
they never start
never end
but are always
a part
of a misunderstood
circuitboard
clumsily
installed
to fit in a bubble
of standardised
art
Serenity a promise
calm a belief
my mind exists
chasing syntax
to relieve the burden
of an unfinished story
they said
was
a waste
unless
under
lined
in
scheduled
haste
I sit back with
cluttered rhyme
and chaotic
mind
as
their lives strive
once again
to
complete
a
paradox
in
time
when all around
circles form
from
single
line
Annabel Louise 26/10/20
