Poets seek silence grasping sounds of truth spinning in the head of reality's flipside constantly plucking consciousness's fickle strings, time tickin

Poets seek silence
grasping sounds of truth
spinning in the head of reality's flipside
constantly plucking
consciousness's fickle
strings, time ticking
on a metronome
swaying between lost
words and fallen
worlds
#poetryport (https://jgregorymcverry.com/notes/2020-02-23-5)