The uneven circumference of a roughly carved crucible What it holds is not much of a concern It barely balances itself; more spills over, creating a disorder Of spilt chances, thoughts, feelings, and love The small craters around the body hold some evidence Collected dust, mistrust, life’s contrast and pastiches Fingerprints coalesced to form some surreal patterns Relationships of convenience, rather than a choice Now, … Continue reading Uneven Circumference