It seems to be
An edifice
One comprised of
An over-abundance
Of independent clusters
Mainly consisting
Of senseless
Illogical thoughts
All foolishly
Scrunched together
Fighting for
A little elbow-room
And yet each assemblage
Struggles
In hopeless desperation
To forgo
Any and all commonsense
To dismiss the idea
Of well-being
And to somehow
Find a discernible way
To fit together
In a reasonable manner
To accommodate
A sound configuration
Of logical proportions
Which is however
Preposterously inconceivable
In any rational state
Of normal comprehension
And so noticeably
Without the nature
Of any rightful justification
Or explanation
It defies
All customary laws
Choosing instead
To just be what it is
That which
Is none other
Than love

© 2019 Michelle Cook