The Chicken or the Egg

I hear you

I hear you in

the pouring rain...


Words that cannot escape my brain.

The unexplained

(                           ) of being human

Of being--

Lighting strikes and


I understand

Words flow through my unsteady hand.

Who can explain?

How the world fades and tears

Like a sheet of paper

How the earth shakes when I think of--

Only poetry can

Or how my blood boils at the sight of


Or the unknown nausea of not always being able

To explain/comprehend:

To understand that my story

May not


If my pen does not strike

If a thunder does not roll and roar

In my


This poem is about: 
Our world
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