Trypophobia

trypophobia
2017

Antipathy
Perforated pulsation -
Bits like disheveled puzzle pieces
Re-arrange, re-conform
An enigmatic machine.
There is this cavity where there should be measure, patterns- appeasing consistency
We avert
And pry open each narrow aperture
We behold, each gnarled tear-
Thumbs, prayers, fingers, hopes, and toes
Cannot appease.
For each small hole
Under close examination
Radiates the echo of uphill battles
And joyful woes
We sew each thread to connect
Our entropy
Busy-like to control
This uncertainty
This ebb and flow
This experience
Our subjective disarray
That which one may grow
And one may close
Each incongruent concavity.

 

Makes me think of something sci-fi. Sounds coolio 🦇

 

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