spinning
a poem by Jeremy C Kester
Something is amiss,
I cannot say what,
For I do not know myself,
rather.
I do not know what,
I do know myself,
somewhat.
What I do not know,
is what’s amiss,
or missing.
Whichever it be.
Is there something that is
missing something?
Maybe if I stopped spinning,
Then I could see straight?
Poem written by Jeremy C Kester
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