Sort Of Compliance....
guess you must have noticed
that for the past few days this little world has been sick
nausea as they name it has attacked the
borders of creativity
but just the same the eyes have to wake up
as a matter of habit
and the hands continue to grapple with the keys
pressing the words
sometimes the words themselves ask if they are really necessary
for this morning's attempts
the mind does not explain
everything must go and each must have a function of this certain
compliance. As days go by, there must be at least a line or two
along the doorway
Know Thyself. In fact it takes only two words
to complete what we sometimes call as the responsibility of compliance.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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