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Can (not) be helped

Feeling Low;

Not sure if it's any lower than before.

 

Heavy Expectations;

Weights strapped to backs of unwilling divers.

 

Can't ascend too quickly for fear of the bends.

Can't descend indefinitely or I'll never resurface again.

 

It's unavoidable some say;

Persuaded paths led me the furthest I've ever been away.

 

Just one tree in the forest of many;

Suspended solitary in swaying breeze

Waiting to be turned into a magazine.

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Nov 5, 2012
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