Poem: Unspooled

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My latest five-line, original poem is more of a thought inspired by the latest book I read (review forthcoming!) that I’ve tried to (perhaps unsuccessfully) turn into a poem.

Unspooled

we are nothing, if not highly concentrated chaos
born out of chaos, some of the pulp bits still
unspool that chaos — maybe that’s why we’re all
a little mad, trying to keep our chaos feebly in
until we return to where we came, unspooled.

2 thoughts

  1. Yeah, sometimes we as individuals are just a bundle of nerves simply trying to form something cogent, and keep that together, possibly (hopefully) building on it. I think this is an excellent original work:-).

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