Let us try again
Leave nothing unsaid-
A linear course-
I'll listen unsheltered,
Not weigh you down
With my ambushes or
Decaying wits;
I'll not sink to worn out
Display of unhappy wounds
In the maze of
Frugal tales;
I'll not invoke the infrangible
In my beating the light, but still
I will remain treacherously
In your mind.

T. Byram Karasu, MD is the author of Rags of My Soul

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