Poetry Column (Querida)

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Poetry Column

- Querida


musing of infection

when the passage is blocked
only then,
do the waves become heard
unceasingly.
swishing with each heart beat,
pounding upon a tunnel,
that strains to hear what
has become muted
with ill.

asleep
the lullful whim
awaits the silence that it would not sense
once it had begun...

for it all to stop
the very ocean
that allows the sleep
to break
to awake
and embrace
the thudding
once more.

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to propose a purpose

why so much purpose
lies out of grasp
awaits approval
from a cog, a wheel
another gear
to join the spiel
that permits
the very bargain
of neccesities.

then what purpose is this?
that cannot propose for itself?
what its journey
towards supposed meaning
could be.