A Common Place


Evermore you have been there.

Been here.

Been somewhere.

When the dust has drawn a vacancy,

your spice fritters away in auspicious tendency.

Thus, thru toils and spoils,

a constant chase.

A forever soiled embrace.

And, then…

as a matter of course,

a yield of gratitude…

to hasten the secrets faced.

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