Confluence
Poems are the rhythm of breathing-
words of friction and flow.
Like water impeded by river boulders
that wraps around,
slides under,
glides over.
A collection of nasal, sibilant,
and plosive bursts,
caesuras where voids are filled,
thoughts are connected-
the spaces in which we feel.
We are close, but
not fully harmonious-
like slant rhyme.
Yet I feel an internal rhyme
which...
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