Quest Ion
You choose your poisonOr
It chooses you
She said
Sewing up my quest ion
With words of needle
&
Thread your thoughts with consideration
There are ways that are ways
&
There are those that are
Not
Subject to reason
Or
Rhyme
All this making Light
Takes up
The
Time,
Choose, she said
Or
It chooses you.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers

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Written on 2019-11-18 at 01:07




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