Correlations

A poem about finding unfortunate connections.

The universe thrives on the suffering of the past

As the maladaptivities begin blossoming to life -

the pain from which they arrive starts to show itself in small waves.

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Sometimes the pain breaks free through correlations that have

been unnoticed for so long,

once noticed,

seem to have been lurking all along in the background of every thought.

Once noticed,

return versions of memories that get caught in the throat.

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When the world lights up on fire and everything begins to die

but the breath becomes easier,

the heartbeats quicken, and

smiles come out of the woodwork.

Or the peculiar patterns of peoples’

happiness to the absence of the body,

or the soul.

Perhaps the bones would be good enough to sit on the couch as a placeholder -

silent, destitute, leaving no marks.

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Some scrapes don’t hurt until they’re seen.