thematic unity

he’s seen a winsome face
that’s backed by ugliness;
a place that’s called the world,
a life of press and stress

of grasping in the main,
and clutching in the dark
for things that are not ours,
of lepton and of quark

and mostly empty space.
the challenge of the while:
to paint the meaningful
from so much mud, and bile —

to show that love can find a place
amid the chaos and the strife;
to find the signposts in the dust
that point towards a worthy life.

connections made of friends
and friendship shorn of lies;
the folly of the man
who seeks but to be wise

the capital we use
we shouldn’t spend at all;
the summer of our love
that only leads to fall —

the semblance of the truth
we choose to see as real;
the anger and the lust
the tango and quadrille

to show that love can find a place
amid the chaos and the pain;
to find the signposts in the dust
that lead us back to life again

to draw upon the world we know
with colors born of code and keys
to live a probiotic life
invading, but not part of,
the disease

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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