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To some things, I know,
I have rendered disservice
in an attempt to explain.
My words would try
to fill a void
only to evaporate.
All there is and all
that ever will be
are swallowed whole
into the thin air's
quiet mystery.
And I used to pray
to Chance
that the wheel
would turn just so
only to find
that I am the wheel,
the fortune,
the player,
the showman and the show.
No thing have I ever lost.
No thing have I ever gained.
I have only ever swallowed whole
what I had tried so hard to explain.
About the Creator
Anna Volk
Poet for life and creator in multiple mediums.
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