Grip

Hinged askew, two small wings fall, “Moth”, Jennie Feldman

Mind no longer gripes
Grips
By choice~

Basic
Denseness
Satisfies~

Have soared
Touched skies
Rooted modes suffice~

No longer bungling in jungle
Of word embroideries
Single thought edifies~

Irrepressible mind’s wings
Continue to chuckle irreverently
Hinged, unhinged~

Tied to that one
True thread
Bides finite time~

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