Unconsciously,
brazen interrogation begins
where conscious is chastised,
inundated by recycled reoccurrences;
while pressured thoughts surface
and float
downstream where fate finds
a way in.
Does anyone take notice?
The Lotus petal pulled, detached~
removed from its mud bed,
stirred into current's collaboration
where methods to manipulate
are instigated.
Mother Nature exhales sighs,
displays sympathy
yet the flip side summons;
beckons communion with Faith
alongside Belief-
so what’s left
after going right side up?
Grains of hallowed earth…
Buried voices,
frown outside frame
when familiar eyes
cast worry upon wall flower
immortalized within vase;
liquid nutrients barely visible.
Past bleeds into present
while future coagulates uncertainty.
Does self worth matter
to take such short notice?




~tia





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