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In review

Would I have done what I set out to do?

Am I taking action?

Or standing still?

Where are the steps?

What is the vision?

Sometimes the information is a jungle

And each tree and vine an arm reaching out,

A distraction.

Why am I doing this?

Where is my strength?

My sense of unity and togetherness?

Is this a moment of fundamental change?

A breaking off of a piece of myself?

Or a complete breakdown,

To raise a new standard?

Like a caterpillar, becoming a butterfly?

How many metamorphoses,

Will I endure?

With my own hands,

I spin,

I toil,

Laboring;


And reaping …ashes.


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