decision
to
make it public
one
night only possible
on
the fours
three
times a month
everyone
invited
no
one excluded
open
minds discover truth
nothing
concluded
too
many lines on the page
thoughts
expanding
off
the meter with these
random
ones streaming
as
a river with
one
more line
nothing
concluded
a
series years in the making
unending
the serial
poet
rests here
beside
the point
thoughts
filling books
while
others do what they do
or
don't
try
to understand
the
knots
under
the brown hat
not
so much in fear
anticipating
danger
rather
in awe
anticipating
change
just
a part of a whole
lot
more thought
spread
out over the years
nothing
concluded
a
mantra of sorts...
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