Raison d'Ítre

The reason for my articulation
is simple and utilitarian-
I seek not perfection,
But I seek ablution.

Perfection is reserved for those
with time to spend and money to burn.
My soul requires release,
its ransom necessitates recompense:

Expiated expeditiously, in a flurry
of words that scathe my every thought.




Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2014-10-31 at 09:37

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Alan J Ripley
I can easily see why this was chosen for the editors choice.
Bravo my friend regards Alan
2022-06-30


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2014-11-16



I believe your ablution has been granted in this elocution of words, so well put together. A very clever poem.
~Ashe
2014-11-01