underpants

Of so many seasons unknowing

just to exist is knowing enough:

The rhapsody and tambour of it all,

but if it doesn't breathe

you’re not sure it’s living.

To all things a greater consequence.

Ugliness sleeps well.

Beauty has repercussions.

Sigh, fetter, waste.

Holes in another pair of underpants.

#poem #poetry

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