Forced Mystery

when we talk
we arrive at nothing
plain talk not aimed at
understanding but
to stir whirlpools
i finally decide to
end the
conversation
what for?
building bridges
on mountain tops
wasting stones
in the river
boats that leak
tops without nails
planets without orbits
chairs without legs
houses without walls
roofs without beams
i know you know
you that i know
we take leave
without hope
of reaching ourselves
again

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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