Solitaire

what is hidden compels
this somber endeavor
life its randomness
the grind of it and chaos
the things you miss count
only once and losses
don’t incur despair, still
the universe blossoms
your options shrink
a sudden obsession:
emollients and adornments
the things you can’t remember
that you could have said
this outpost where your mind
makes a world

 

 

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