No Duty Cycle
where does
the absolution
come from
the frozen pond
our image
in it
but what of the
clarity, it's dismissal
it's opaque
it's cloudy
life a forest fire
burning
uncontrolled
the smoke
it get in your eyes
and clouds
the senses
some of which we
still need
think it over
but don't
blow on the flames
of duty
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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