spotless mind

touch of silk,

along the cracks
jagged edges.
papered plastic
find the rust left behind
by the metal in the back

perhaps you’ll be the Arthur
soothing soul.
yet puzzle pieces too familiar;
ignorance ignorant,
warmer it becomes.
rather the spotless mind,
than broken soul.
wait in silence,
than chase in agony.

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