This-Sonance

Euthanized time is sugarsweet remorse;
mere boredom made delightfully worse.
Elated amnesia from start to end of line;
the race out of place so unbearably fine.
This perfect storm of cope and let cope;
all hope high–strung by a noose of rope.
Dear acquaintance, what may go wrong,
with a tried and tested recipe so strong?


2 thoughts on “This-Sonance

  1. Thank you! I find that hope is best understood as a responsibility to influence change, rather than a passive wish. A perspective shift, even from a poem, may be a powerful catalyst.

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