The Clockwork Woman Breaks Perfect Symmetry

But he’s nothing like
she wanted
Or expected
for that matter

I mean he was so . . .
so organic
With twisting
and twining roots
He was all branches
and bark
Sticky fluids oozing
all over the place
Disgusting really

All she’d wanted
all she was looking for
Was someone
a little something
To fill in that hallow space
inside her
Just a little tick
for her tock
A yang
for her yin
(She read about that kind of thing
in one of her magazines)

Now look at the crack
in her world
Where everything
in the Universe
Is free to come and go
And time is no longer
And all her symmetries . . .
All her perfect symmetries
are broken

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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