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Clouded Perspectives
 




Somewhere, dredged from recollection,
tattered threads of faint connection,
fam’ly tree and circumspection,
poor direction, poor direction.

What’s the point of this persistence?
Seek the path of least resistance,
though it may be quite some distance,
no assistance, no assistance.

Muddied waters…new location,
make no feeble protestation;
neither feign equivocation,
brief sensation, brief sensation..


a monotetra

By cherryk

© 2011 cherryk (All rights reserved)

 

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