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Healing, Poetry

Enter Ruption


And so what am I to do now?

Where am I to place a love interrupted?

A heart disrupted?

Where my love?

am I to set aside what’s inherently inside?

Life for you has it’s answer –

definitively divine.

As for mine?

I am an ellipsis

time elapsed

and collapsed

in suspended

animated

panels of a graphic

novel idea of love

trapped within the frigidity

of an ice cubed existence –

frozen in time.

Where my love

does nurture go to die?

Iya Isoke © 5/28/11

About The "SoKey" Experience

Each morning I wake I pour myself into a goblet, slowly inhaling the scent of my own faults, swirling them around the glass, allowing them to breath, then I sip, allowing my own inconsistencies to soak my tongue before swallowing. If I am tipsy from my own frailties - I'm less likely to become drunk on yours. -SoKey (introspection)

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