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inertia is
the opposite of urgency I'm ticked in to my apathy its the word I choose to use to describe the ennui that has become me I'm tapped out my root severed from the whole I'm now the Classic under-achievement my transcript has black holes, gaps deliberately left open the echo-centrality of me has been modified if I were a canyon there would be no corresponding voice the choices I've made are now blank on my shortened resume I've abandoned the course given up the ghost long dropped the lease with the holy host... but hey I'm not ether yet and I've placed uncompromising bets that I'm not hedging I'm great at the bluff I'm the rough in the spot you haven't seen in the place in the in-between the shadow in the boxer that's gone black you think I've left but part of me is back even though I'm pretty much undecided this is all the evidence of me that is left and that will be provided I hope your brain doth comprehend that's the only way your understanding will be guided. LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM WRITTEN DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE. 1:54pm PST 11/1/2020 REMEMBER REMEMBER THE FIRST OF NOVEMBER TIME/DATE STAMPED INDELIBLY AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER/AUTHOR/POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD Vote for this poem |
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