I’m getting tired
Of vowels. They slip
And slide, misdirect
And abide mistakes.
By expanding consonants,
Imploding by designers intent,
It seems Impossible to list
Possibilities.

I’m getting tired
Of circles. They itch
And twitch metallically, direct
My mine into abyss of lines.
Trapped by vicissitude, or, attitude.
It seems impossible to list
Weak-arm syndrome.

I’ve tried getting
Around on concepts-ids.
And screamed, detected,
Falsifying ego, - Oh! How special!
One in six billion alone, okay,
It seems impossible to list,
But, I am here.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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