Nor Flowing Script
My mind is too pragmatic;
it cannot work the magic
of allusion, illusion, nor flowing script.
When was my heart last ripped
open in love-lost-anguish or slipped
into unexpected passion?
I am unable to refashion
the impulsive neuronal transmissions
to create a cage of desire
or the heights to which you aspire.
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2024
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