rumblemess
it started as two words,
a gurgle and slither,
a mumble and toss,
the same way a weasel-loop began,
and the snake spring ended.
it was there but for a moment,
and without thinking,
became the rumblemess -
that quasi-queasy,
turvy-topsy, feeling,
like something is wrong, and yet,
it's perfectly fine.
You can let it go, and hedge your bets against it,
and you might win,
for now,
or when the rumblemess calls,
you can hop to and its bidding.
the choice is yours,
but the rumblemess always calls.
Thanks for reading,
Me
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