Poems
Broken Synthesis
The planets are breathing air without me
the constellation correspondences are blinding me intentionally
my personality is drove away from exploration and my weaknesses are
unfolding
the structure of my energy flow is floating solo in an incoherent whole
sucking away all my energy
aligning me with an uncertain future
the planetary movement is moving in an ugly form in the uniform that I
don't wear so I
cannot be aware where they gain entry
and that will leave me boarding a no-entry sign
my path is blocked because of opposing compactibility of personal
wellbeing
not being a right jigsaw piece to finish a puzzle
by Meshach R Brencher