Whatever It SeemsWhatever it seems, it matters not.
Not in the usual way;
However desperate, hurtful, fraught,
Swept wholly in the fray,
Anxiety will take its toll,
A cantilevered cause,
Alone, afraid, pitiable soul,
Then: pregnant, blissful pause,
And trembling with grave import,
The wayward, angry child,
This life to sort,
Its chaos so reviled,
Will be a stormy teacup.
A misinterpretation.
A tiny hiccup
Holding all creation.
Not in the usual way;
However desperate, hurtful, fraught,
Swept wholly in the fray,
Anxiety will take its toll,
A cantilevered cause,
Alone, afraid, pitiable soul,
Then: pregnant, blissful pause,
And trembling with grave import,
The wayward, angry child,
This life to sort,
Its chaos so reviled,
Will be a stormy teacup.
A misinterpretation.
A tiny hiccup
Holding all creation.
2 comments:
Well that's one way of looking at it. The problem with a stormy teacup is that if you're inside one it's your whole world.
How is that a problem? Nothing wrong with that. Whatever seems to be happening is the whole world.
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