Fear…No Choice


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Not a one comes to rake the leaves.

They appear to dissipate, naturally.

Not a one comes to hedge the stone.

The wreckage ascends, on its own.

To each,

the dimple to a wrinkle.

No right.

No wrong.

 

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With mistakes in hand.

I know nothing will ever pan out,

as planned.

Egregious,

are my vain attempts to tow the line.

But,

I fear no choice has ever been mine.

Not a one of my steps.

Not one provoked by my time.

The dew cups on my every hardened leaf.

And, soon, it is gone.

No right.

No wrong.

 

 

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