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Feb 2018
Iv
We were looking for an admonition.
Trying to find the end of the tape.
Now it’s like,
        all we see is a dim image.

I exist based on what my environment tells me
I became the guardian of a great river.

I see convictionless men
around me,
mere mortals.
We have to purge the glamour.

We dance
around
Slowly moving figures.
© A H Butler
Written by
A H Butler  Non-binary/London
(Non-binary/London)   
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