likeness

The colors blended
one moment, one thing divides
a-similitude



Painting by Albert Bierstadt, Yosemite, Twin peaks, c.1859 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Truce in Puce

I remember tiny patches

of every day.

One

little lyrical line to savour

one 

poetic phrase to ponder,

a vague quote to consider,

a few hundred pieces 

of art that evokes awe, or something

equally confusing.

And too, one or two 

new matters of fact 

to digest as my own

information source

and all is in total

speculation.

I sought likeness in disparaging items

and was most often wrong

all along

I should have been a skeptic.

I need more 

random memory,

and a more efficient CPU

Of course, you are needy too...

I have finally made my way over

terminal money 
        and time circles.

Statistically, 

all that on the line, waves,

vibrations, striations, 

I thought were mine to keep,

I cannot fit any more 

in my baggage

so I leave poems everywhere

it is only fair

for Them. 

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