I don’t know why this word called ‘dispersion’
Lingers to my sick mind for a week from now
I had no connect or attachment to this coin
Neither have I showed any sort of disrespect
Even to the most dispersed thought of mine
Yet this word is clinging on to my inside out
What does it mean? My tenses. My vocals.
In search of clues, I disperse my bulging veins
Innermost to the fissures, edging out of the bugles
They search for a brighter answer, in between the miseries
Still, I know I persist a sense of globular dispersion