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And
suffering.

Its
consequence beleaguers
even the finest
(most extravagant)
pointed pens.

Never
was it gifted a name.
Never
had it officially ordained.
Never
was it accurately defined.
Never
is a longtime
w/ receivings denied.

Credit
thus, is given to the Wind.
For its nature is exactly that
w/ which I can't rely upon.

Elusive.
Situational.
Directionlessly enforced
and yet, correlational.
Blusteringly coursed
but still, improvisational.

Fair
just as any Wind
whose happenings begin humbly,
abruptly & unannounced;
at once thought stationary
is now misplaced
to be found somewhere else.

Toppling
plans thought-out unwell.
Carefree, gustful currents
riding its top-swell
(weather permitting)
.



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