An Assemblage
of Wrongs
Departing
a room,
in
which we both breathe,
Inspiration
smashes,
the
heart inside of me.
Your
humble brilliance,
like
something contagious,
Invades my
atmosphere,
shatters
all obligations.
Questioning
glances,
some
ancient puzzle.
Perhaps
it’s attraction,
in
a kindred souls muddle.
I won’t
try to quiet,
stentorian
songs.
My soul is
enraptured
in
an assemblage of wrongs.
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