Were it not for RESTART

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Living aloud

I feel obvious—exposed to my feelings of anguish

 

 

I wince

I shrug off the battlefield that in my mind and still I skirt.  Yes, I will admit.  I feel confronted by my challenges, to such an extent that I feel a divine Hand on my head prohibiting forward movement, forward thinking.

 

 

But, stars

I see, no: I believe in a cessation of this outpouring

 

 

 

Restart

 

For the nth time

Oh God, what would I do without “restart*?

 

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