This poem, simply, is a rush. A rush in a loop.
Sin shout repent reprieve and repeat.
A pearl of thunder and a theory of everything. Money doesn’t make the world go round, mistakes do.
And the world is loud with it. To err is human is not a design flaw, it’s an undocumented feature. And necessary to continue the flow.
Forgive all the metaphysical mumbo-jumbo but the poem really rolled me.
and as noted my poem five now here