words written in a straight line
are never as straight as they seem
as a beam of light teems with
waves and particles all aflutter
still illuminating onto the same end
but were do the flutters of words
take us in the end
why so many diversions to and fro
unstable in its course
but isn’t that just life
it’s the age-old question where are we going
what is the end what is the point
to wibble and wobble this way and that
a wave of light complex from its travels
all pieces of the journey united
in a soul
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©Abigail Siegel, 2020
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Abby Siegel
Currently a grad student in classics researching Latin poetry as well as myth and folklore. I write poetry most of the time, and I am working on my first poetry collection. I also write book reviews and other blog pieces.
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