usually i can
well i'm glad i said something at least
but now i am
overthinking wondering why
tired of flailing words without landing
windmills that don't stick to metaphors
acres of legacy words in anachronistic hope
chivalry will spring from a vacuum
clarity will focus by itself
grind the grit from the lens
tired of firing myself
wondering who else to hire
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