Disco- Nects
she speaks.
breaks.
waits in silence,
for an ending,
or new beginning.
the wait,
and time,
eludes the mind
forever
like the sierpinski
triangle.
she knows she doesn't.
memory is at full capacity.
empty.
reboot.
love awaits
in idealism
measured by hearts
and minds.
two sparks fly,
but does it matter?
Copyright © Amra Cau | Year Posted 2013
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