Untitled Poem

What you call Strength

shivers like a bunny at a wolf parade;

all smoke and broken mirrors,

you dance to drumbeats only a child could create.

But your simplicity

lacks innocence;

your vision

lacks eyes–

and you’re banging on the door of fortune

expecting an answer.

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