there’s something to
feeling unrent
access denied
more often unspent
when no one arrives us
don’t see what we hear
our gifts counter to protect
from no ear here to rear
then through with our steppers
not indifferent not unkind
we puzzle the pieces
we feed our fat minds
oh reader not needer
your source it awaits
it sees what you’re seeing
recognizes your gait
then asks you to go toward
what you already are
through hell and high water
all the way
there you are
You’re an incredible poet.
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That’s high praise, thank you for reading!
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