Thursday, October 10, 2019

Bad Poetry Thursday

The Way the Water Moves
by [REDACTED]

So many pieces come together
To make even the most minute of changes
So many changes float and drift
Aimless so it seems
Until it isn't
Until the madness bursts forth into method.
These infinite pieces are here to destroy
To tear down and then rebuild in their own ineffable image
Patience is a virtue they possess above all others
And time is what they have in abundance.
Just wait
And then look again.
Everything you knew is gone.

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