Disjointed

It is somewhat off, not quite even.
I know this without knowing.
It is an itch, a nagging sensation.
I can’t place it, the irregularities.
In this confusion frustration grows.
Behave and obey I command.
But this world is disobedient.
It moves as it does.
Not as I would wish.

By Nicholas Byrley


Early lunch today and something different.

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