SeptPoWriMo 3

Whatever binds the frayed pieces apart
Whatever brings time to a running start
Whatever birds echo but do not sing
Whatever beliefs may poison or sting
Whatever belabored points unanswered
Whatever belongs to the hereafter
Whatever may be helping us stay sane
Whatever may punctuate the membrane
Whatever is lost has yet to be found
Whatever is stuck will not stick around
Whatever stories we tell in our sleep
Whatever systems we can’t bear to keep
Whatever will break before it will sore
Whatever it takes to show them the door
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By Joshua Keiter

reader, writer, actor, singer, teacher