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Symmetry

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Sarcastic symmetry attaches to the ligaments of my knees
Making legs of equal length, the most eloquent of symmetries
So I can run my course, with ardent strides, escaping misfortune
Sprinting from darkness to darkness, because night symmetry loons

The left if left, to right the right, as day fades to ominous night
Symmetries intracies are all equated, in the absence of light
Bicycle tires, spokes of needle point, spinning symmetrically as gears
Happiness symmetrical to sadness and comfort symmetrical to fears

Amorphous visions, dreams, nightmares, levitating thoughts
Water tides risen, screams, slight repairs, all symmetrical nots
Snow drifts of winter, symmetrical forget-me-nots of summer
Fresh information and curiosity, run with a sense of new wonder

Who cannot find symmetry in trees, grass and waves
If you look diligently, its in its eyes, ears, and heartaches
Caterpillars grow grand symmetrical wings to escape land
Symmetry is in positive and negative, all goes hand in hand

Life beaten into a child, who finds a positive in leaving a household
Five equal cards, dealt to 4 different players, symmetrically 3 fold
Zor shoots lighting bolts of equal width, evenly spaced at trees
Causing fire of uniform height to spring to life, and kill twelve families

Horses harness, galloping towards an open field, all run with legs in unison
When it comes to life, you can't always have just positive,or life was always done
No matter the consequence, there was an action to stimulate the production
Just leave behind your abstract thoughts, and fill the space with nothing

Tears are dropping to the ground, splashing, all the same size and meaning
My life is lost to symmetry, but my future is in my hands, and my palms are bleeding
If you try to analyze the situation, you will only know lies the before
So just accept that the world equalizes, and the myth is right... Less is more...

Written By: K. Loye

Poetry Is An Artform, But Instead Of Paints And Brushes, We Use Words To Paint Pictures In Your Hearts