Tuesday, January 3, 2017


The proof provokes a stifling dichotomy.
It was said more than once that some good would come of this shit.
I wouldn't call it 'good'.
But there is more than poison
Yielding from these noxious boulders.

It's in the tone, the tenor, the tenet
A significant shift, undenied;
This pulse projects truth
The tune of which is found, in the sigh and frustration
Of years passed.

I read and realize that the detour from previous miseries

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