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Jul 2021
What values
be exquisite
when really is it
more
merely something
of a misdirection
a tentative connection
along lifes Trail
when no introspection
beyond the surface is seen
is not
any kind of true reflection
if life is only seen
like some valued brand
of clothing worn
pristine or torn
deem no referral
in seeking resolution
some guaranteed solution
with every confidence
paying for some
applied extention
as a warranty against
wear and tear
if this be your evaluation
uplifting spirits
against
downward directions
all due
to those surface reflections  
then that may
just be
that in the end
there be nothing to repair
nothing to mend
nothing to see
for eternity
if you have no value
in your own reflections
Keith W Fletcher
Written by
Keith W Fletcher  63/M/Oklahoma
(63/M/Oklahoma)   
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     --- and Bogdan Dragos
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