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Jul 2022
strange is the range
of the moral high ground
when taken then forsaken
without a momentary pause
Often explained as simply
because
as if treason needs no reason
to be anything beyond embraced
while evoking
stoking
THE fires
of history
erased  
as if...
unseen  would mean never existed
When truth of facts
are subjected to constant attacks
they may appear ...
to disappear
like the boundaries
of a moral high ground
So... to wipe clean
leaving around you
all that is seen
whitewashed
and pristine
as a snow-covered valley
surrounding a
large and beautiful lake
where you are
walking along
on this fantasy ...this table flat plane
no footprints
seem to be
left in your wake
if this becomes the moral highground
you choose to take
I wonder what  will be the cost
when you realize that you're lost
or when
in that emersed silence
will you wish you could reverse time
take it all back
once you hear  the sound....of the ice ......go CRAAAAK!?
Keith W Fletcher
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Keith W Fletcher  63/M/Oklahoma
(63/M/Oklahoma)   
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