labyrinth of words we say
the thumb-wide sentences
frayed images though wonderous
provoking are incapable unsuited
to our dreams to constellate
our inner skies mighty pens
make mayhem but uniting
what has been torn asunder
by the lies takes a finer touch
a surgeon’s steady hand
and deft wit that waning wanting
quality being drained by screens
and screens and careless isolating
screens was ever love illumined
by a blue backlit glow (dashboard
green and gold we know full well)
no matter stitch by stitch we piece
and join one’s floral meeting dots
and stripes abutting sentences we
don’t make sense we can’t
we don’t make sense these days
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: Mariner Mars 1964 Solar Panel Test — NASA/JPL-Caltech.
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