Reason

Reason

I strive for reason,
grope through sub-consciousness,
laugh at my desire.

Frail delicious afternoons.
Cold impending winter.
Loves soft chortle.

Grey eternity’s ending.

This is just a silly little exercise. We were given several words and were told to make a poem out of them. I can’t remember which words where there but it was fun and this is what I came up with. Just a little nonsense for the middle of the week.

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