The grind clogs my gut and spirals.
Fodder for the future, I think, already chiseling fiction from authentic experience.
Injury takes on perplexing utility.
I comb and scaffold the guidelines of my days,
bumpering ennui and ache
with the grammar of process;
partnering cosmos with alignment.
Fun, right? I didn't fit in my favorite departmental meeting phrase, which is "intellectual relentlessness." I'll try for it next time, but nobody said it this time. That's why it wouldn't fit into my poem.
2 comments:
Well done!
A good idea! It might make you and others who want to do this listen better and perhaps move off their favorite topic to explore other topics or bandwagons. I think I could have used this as an exercise in my teaming communication workshops! Mom
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