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I don’t know
and i’m not sure.
Definitely lazy,
if that’s your
only answer.

Delve in,
dig up,
get down on your knees
for the answers buried
inside your
crowded little shed.

Adorn feelings
with depth and logic,
Theorize some more
with this season’s topic–
wrap them tight
with evening’s sheen,
and cuddle up
in your one armchair
for a likely
change of scene.

Use all five senses
if not a little bit more.
Spot out riddles
from everywhere in store–
spread them out
on solid ground,
and rise up
from your shapeless chair
with all brains and brawn.

Hoarded guilt
sews safety quilts.
Serpents creep,
ruine what you knew–
Nothing aligns,
everything skewed,
and you are back
in your only armchair
to stable your frail.

Your dimming beginning,
gives no more to shine.
Turn down the naked light,
let unsettled dust flare.
and you steadfast in the same old chair,
watch as they reach
for soft warm glitters
out the in the dare.

I still don’t know,
but may be

that’s
fine.

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