encompass all in one
filled to the brim
hindered by scale
a scope not big enough
gorging on the chance
if ever it were to rise
yearning for the filling
that will never be topped
too much pondering
leaves for a decrepit soul.
Filed under Literature
Way to plug on wnyc!😉
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