My Soul

May 16, 2009
By ClosetPoet GOLD, Burnsville, Minnesota
ClosetPoet GOLD, Burnsville, Minnesota
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Mosaic is too delicate a term.
It implies harmony.
In truth, my transient heart
And scattered soul can be
Better described as having
The quality of beautiful disunity.

This stunningly chaotic tempest
I refer to as my mind
Parallels the simple
beauty of the truth.
The inevitability of entropy
Sees my heart far ahead of its time.

An old soul at a young age
Able to accept the last stage
To dust I shall return.
I am dissonance personified.

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