A String

A string
with the personality of a human
strikes under the weather,
through the phases of life
that pull at its core.

Elegantly twirling
through stories of its origin,
it plucks and harmonizes with itself
in a grand gesture of goodwill.

Nothing is finite
for this string, it sees
existence as a stroke of light
spread across its length.

Author: Aidan Badinger

Wharved.com I am a poet. I write poems. Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children.

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