Where I Sit

Boxed chaos surrounds me

Each one its own Pandora

So I weigh them down in flurries of poetry

Heady words scribed in leadfoot apprehension

In this high tech cloister

Where brilliant photons blaze universal truths

Electrically humming a nameless song

Warding off chaos for one more moment

 

 

David Trudel    © 2013

 

 

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