Confronted yet, traversed,
these litheless limbs stare
outwardly for signs of legibility
And, still reconciliation had not
been completely defined
Trepid, this puppet becomes
lost in stagnation; voiced
silence quenched reveries
upon wayward attributes
of pillowed observation
Blind imaginations were
finalized nearby as life's
wooden concrete solidified
with memory
However, this ink
drew upon an endlessness
of self configuation

~Pamela



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