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Perfect Dark

It wasn’t the suspicion 

that gave life to the language,

it was the language.  It wasn’t 

the mission

that perpetrated 

the muse,

it was 

the muse.  It wasn’t

the decision

that outweighed 

the need, 

it was the need. 

It wasn’t

the laptop

that typed 

these words, it was

me!  I remember how there used to be


in this thing.  Risk.  Reward.  The notion

that we were exceptional

within the rule 

of being nobody.  That we were somebody

in the dark.  What a lark!  We are nobody

in the light,

and that’s alright.

Posted 07/28/21
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