monachopsis

<p>perfectly whole yet not quite together…</p> <p> </p> <p><strong>‘monachopsis’</strong></p> <p> </p> <p>a thousand interlocking pieces yet none hold the smooth to slip me in. a shape with projection i seem to push the mass away. even if we lock would i ever want to conform to your spatial monotony? i hear what you’re saying but it’s falling on deaf ears. you want me here but a path leads from the sash i’ve left open. inch turned to gap. the draft never turned your head to notice so neither will the guilt when i move on. it’s a pretty picture when all comes together. there’s a hole in the middle rendering it obsolete. </p> <p><br></p> <p>&#39;monachopsis&#39;</p> <p> the subtle yet persistent</p> <p>feeling of being out of place</p> <p><br></p> <p>#barflypoet</p> <p>#josephapinto</p> <p>www.josephpinto.com</p> <p>© Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.</p> <p>*</p> <p>&#39;From My Front Steps,&#39; &#39;Scotch and Scars&#39; and &#39;A Distilled Spirit&#39; poetry collections available in paperback and ebook on Amazon.</p> <p>*</p> <p>www.etsy.com/shop/JosephPinto</p> <p><br></p> <p><br></p> --- Support this podcast: <a href="https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/joseph-pinto3/support" rel="payment">https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/joseph-pinto3/support</a>