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Impatient Sensibilities

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inception of untimed exactitudes borne of almost infinite unproximity brought soft lined shackling to me. the rhymed dance of bliss with similarities bore me to ignorant unrealities. the incompleteness of the matched severed the bond save an unravelling strand of patience.

on the flagstone of my essence is etched the unsurity of destined interlocking of unlike keys. departure spanning moons shatters gathered bravado, false wholeness to a thousand shards. they cut deep into my inner substance driving me to the despair of a bereaved dove.

I float in a never-ending story, bound to the suspense of unpredictability as I feed from the hand of fate. bound to the tether of sentiment, I circumscribe my limited world. my sustenance is limited to what is handed me and I cannot take more. in this keep I must tarry, till my keeper grants me the grace of favoured company.
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Wamuhu Mwaura said…
So, the second and third stanzas are full of wonderful imagery, but I must confess to a bit of confusion over the first.
January 23, 2010 at 3:06 PM
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