Juxtapose

opposites that exist that can not exist

 

oximoron

beautiful nightmare

 

peaceful world

if you can ignore everyone else

 

there are days I feel forced to bend beyond what I can, and then am I broken? I feel broken, and in being broken am I then made whole? (like a horse taught to take a human rider?) Does the I even exist, are we not all a part of the cosmos? Are the atoms that made me so much older than me, is that an oximoron, or some kind of juxaposition?

 

Moira Levant © May 29 2018

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