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but somewhere in between that is where I've been wanting to finish but feeling, yet unfinished bridges uncrossed avenues and streets un-turned the past may be my past yet it has returned-- so circular. liminality is not the reality most would chose to chose tangentially. existing on the fringes here, of society, due to also once again having no choice of my own... it has to do more with who and what lived in and with within my home growing up overwhelmed, mostly alone the equivalent of anti-structuralism equals chaos not many gains to grasp but much left to loss this is how I explain trauma and its long toss, and the ways in which trauma entered in encompassing my life whenever these three elements enter they became intertwined with strife, weirdness and a sort of paranormal normality no wise person wants to dwell within this sort of odd asymmetry and ambiguity. its not so subliminal when its liminal and marginal chaos ensues and stays. YOU MIGHT FIND THIS A VERY ESOTERIC STREAM-OF-CONSCIENCENESS SORT OF FROLIC...I DON'T ALWAYS HAVE THE INTENTION OF BEING STRAIGHT THROUGH THE FRONT DOOR WITH WHAT I AM TRYING TO SAY. WHAT I AM DESCRIBING IS SOMEWHAT ON THE FRINGES, OUT OF THE REALM OF PERHAPS THE MAJORITY OF FOLK'S LIFE EXPERIENCES... BUT I BANK ON THE HOPE THAT THERE ARE SOME WHO WILL IMMEDIATELY UNDERSTAND. THAT WILL BE MY AUDIENCE FOR THIS POEM. THANK YOU LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 1/8/2020 11:23AM PST AND ALSO FRO THIS POET/WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD... Vote for this poem |
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