Cloudlessly

My tongue lies cloudlessly stilled by events that I have seen before.

these dreams don’t lie in their redemption.

The splattered mud still seeks to stick within each measured past division.

and cannot reconcile the thud resounding my decision.

I see no need to raise my head above a shattered parapet.

And yet …

Lynda M Roberts 2020

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