Poetic Referendum(s) On Life

Riddles Like Bath Bubbles

Riddles Like Bath Bubbles

A life spent placing myself
on a path to serendipity,
hoping to capture uniquity,
reinvent a cliché language
like re-equating a theory of relativity,
reconstructing riddles of math,
long since solved,
without its rudimentary roots,
recreate for minds exploring a future
and not the past, when I
simply need live in the present
for clarity, sanity, watch
the other scavengers collect clues,
as I solve this game
in my head, in the shine and gleam,
never having to tell what I’ve found
and what I haven’t,
a sort of serenity --
bath bubbles you cannot clutch.
I'll never thrive on your divinity.

7.30.21

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