Reverie


She was helpless
to accept explanations.
To muck through algorithms
algebra explanations
on how dreams exist.

Her life was never meant to be
a static endeavor
to tweak her limbs
accordingly
was other’s wanting tragedy.

Instead of anger
she felt sorry for their indifference
and remembers them calling her
a peacemaker
in this storm.

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