Tuesday, June 20, 2017


maybe it's my lonely showing
or development arrested,
the signature of slowly growing
with all advance contested

by my own myopic vision
and tendency to weigh
every damn decision
until i neither go nor stay.


maybe it's my intuition
on display and at its peak,
allowing things to reach fruition
like a lake made from my leak

that doesn't even need repair,
it's a valve in perfect function;
not at all the stress of square
but the marriage of conjunction.

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