The Dissonance by Rob LittlerBehind the door looms a larger reality
That can’t be seen conventionally
It is all encompassing and pervasive—
Just beyond comprehension, dimensionally
Like God outside ringing the doorbell
But it’s a motel room rented weekly
And no one is knocking or knows to—
But there is hope someone does who is supposed to.
Searching for the unexpected negates the effort
Yet the search goes on so the mind can distort
Continually, the malleable edges of its solid fluidity.
11/12/2015 Posted on 11/12/2015 Copyright © 2024 Rob Littler
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