Our Incompleteness

the turbulence inside
me is the most silent
creation of
my new self, it has learned
a lot since then
when turbulence has
been equated
with chaos, sooner
you will embrace
turbulence as
the lover's other
side
without which
love cannot contain
more meaning
it is the confusion
after all that
brings us
to its arms
it is the dissatisfaction
the insufficiency
that incompleteness of
our being
that makes us
understand the
soul of
solitude

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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