Kate Hutson

Intellectual gymnastics feign attempts at logic,
Where inside is that small still voice?
The choir in my head sings loud,
Jarring,
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Too much passed is carried,
Some joy but more hurts.
Hearts filleted over years
Bleeding into the future.
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Continued reasoning drips futility
As the dichotomy of feeling
Trembles in the current.
Concentric pools of thought ripple.
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The long road, faithfully trudged,
Shines with glittering falsehoods,
Sparkling like diamonds,
In the glare bright (too bright)
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He could always be relied upon
To fill in the gaps:
No meaningful silences for him,
Unless, momentarily,
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Expanded years contract;
Suns rise and set
Chasing moons and stars,
Flashing twilights cascade,
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I was looking for inspiration:
A point of reference,
A cause for elation,
An intellectual foil,
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Sometimes my head was a pantomime,
(Oh no it wasn’t … oh yes it was)

Comedie de l’arte.
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