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Aug 2020
Curious and vexing how one days verse is so wrong
Yet that of the day prior, is so right?
How the fixation of the day tempers the phrase
Yet a moments reflection can, and does,
Alter the whole considerations' perspective.

Damnable this vacillation of the mind
Contrary in its moments of prominence.
Priorities sliding from one inception to the next
Depending on the vagaries of mood swing
Or something as incidental, as the casual happenings of the day.

Bringing us all allocations of vexation and joy,
Depending on the inflection, depending on the hue.
Each moment of each day is anointed its own crystal prism
Opportunity and inspiration, of stimulus to capture the phrase,
**** it...   To coin that manifest creation....or to not.

M.
22 August 2020
Marshal Gebbie
Written by
Marshal Gebbie  79/M/"Foxglove",Taranaki, NZ
(79/M/"Foxglove",Taranaki, NZ)   
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