Bursts

“And the Mississppi’s mighty, but it starts in Minnesota at a place where you can walk across with five steps down” Indigo Girls

the Pinprick to the heart.

the spark that ignited the flame.

the first drop of a flood.

You were none of these.

You were bursts of interest and apathy,

of desire and knowledge

that it would never happen.

Good to find that knowledge of the heart

is much like that of science.

Something can always happen to shatter our perception

and prove us wrong.

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Posted on June 19, 2013, in Poetry, Writing and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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