The Way. Poem by Elle McKay

The Way.



A fleeting image caught
- before expression of body
Soul spilled like milk
- over the pages of thought
Meaning unclear brought
- to scrutinizing eye
A blurry inkling of reality
- written among millions
All it takes is a blob
- of shiny meticulously
- written explanation.

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