The inner rapport
The inner rapport (04-07-2022)
A cool morning or a cloudy evening, a gone day or a coming night, they do not matter at all, when you feel lost in space and time, while trying to discern the meaning of your fragile and lonely life, in the vague outlines of the distant shore. (pause with commas)
A cool morning’s breaking
Above distant shore
My lost and forsaken
The inner rapport
Does wake me, to linger
With bitter in-taste
A failed, foolish thinker
Was I, thoughtless waste
The day gone unnoticed
Towards distant shore
Left vision unfocused
From here to fore
And turned into evening
As well, distant stored
Still not deal-relieving
Much waited accord
My thoughts, scattered round
And sinking afar
Before even found
By someone, ajar
I will try discerning
The meaning, my life
Is endlessly cloning
Perpetual strife