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Apr 2018
To the only world I barely know
A living, breathing, tortured soul
No direction where to go
Losing streak, I’m on a roll

Rolling snake eyes
Room to grow
Collectively cultivated
Starting to take its toll

Born to earth, in the know
Said goodbye before hello

Hurt so bad, needed first aid
You must think I’ve got it made
Disappointed in every way
Encrypted, a verbal spate

Descending down the mountain
Washed up on the shore
Wrapped up in the seaweed
It’s an all out war

Turned the handle, opened the door
Not exactly sure what for
Have enough, wanting more
So much out there to explore

I’ve reached for peaks
I’ve hit the floor
The middle ground
Is an evanescent *****
Jason Paul Klenetsky
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Jason Paul Klenetsky  50/M/Florida
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