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The timing ticks,
tearfully tearing the twigs.
They're tangled together,
twisted, trying to transform.
They try to transfigure them.
They're the trivial thoughts
that try to test their thinking.
The twigs triumph the thoughts
that they treasured then.
About the Creator
Rene Peters
I write what I know, usually in the form of poetry. I tend to lean towards mental health, epilepsy, and loss/grieving.
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Such a masterful control of this poem's format. Well done!