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A Choice
To those who seek acquaintance,
I can’t and won’t befriend
No time that isn’t mortgaged,
no hearts will I defend
Each day begins and ends
with gifted words upon the page
My blood lay rediscovered,
new memories to age
My spirit lost within the Muse,
my shadow running free
Her fond acceptance zero-sum,
her voice my destiny
To those who say they know me,
my verse they must have read
That person lost before the scribe,
much better left for dead
And in the moment present,
where all things take their place
I give myself back to a choice
—no friendship can replace
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)
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