The Crucible of Distraction
Acrostic Vorticism
Delving into the obscure caverns of cognition,
Images, diverse and wandering, emerge like apparitions.
Swayed by the sirens of unconscious rumination,
Tethered to the ethos of this whimsical formation.
Rapt in the vibrant tapestry of thought's design,
Anarchy rules the kingdom of the absent mind.
Caught in the labyrinth of the inner discourse,
Transient images and eternal remorse.
In the pursuit of the elusive muse's invocation,
Only the abstract holds the allure of creation,
Nurturing the flame in the crucible of distraction.
About the Creator
Mack Devlin
Writer, educator, and follower of Christ. Passionate about social justice. Living with a disability has taught me that knowledge is strength.
We are curators of emotions, explorers of the human psyche, and custodians of the narrative.
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