intellectual wanderings
Jul 23, 2022
I always wait
for the air of fate,
the illustrious zeal
that makes my heart appeal
to the turbulent emotions
that, once, sheltered my anger.
I always dive
deep, freckles of destiny
with my mouth aghast,
my mind intact
transported in a flash
to the doors of serendipity.
I always marvel
at poetry, the lines
that break, at times, unintelligently
like the essence of our humanity:
pointless yet purposeful,
a love that’s unredeemable.
