Transient
I blunder
In the space between
My clutter
Not contained
It slips
From slots
Once neatly filled
Spilled
Random remnants
Remain
-me

I blunder
In the space between
My clutter
Not contained
It slips
From slots
Once neatly filled
Spilled
Random remnants
Remain
-me
~ by April on July 17, 2021.
Posted in Identity, Poetry, Whimsy, Writing
Tags: Anatta, Anicca, Awkward, Blunder, Change, Identity, Impermanence, Liminal Space, Mess, No-self, Poetry, Remnants, Self, Transitions