Saturday, September 28, 2024

Poems and Prose #174 - Mobius

I find myself pacing

around the room once again,

Certain there must be some way

to somehow re-begin.


My reasoning, though,

has come to grow

quite pale and thin,

I conclude,

now quite removed

from madding crowds and dins.


Let the first stone-thrower then

be without sin,

And let me pace and pace

and pace, then amend.

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