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(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCLVII)


So I'm, oh nevermind, just what sans bail
I ever was, the ep'thet of good sense:
"Not good enough," regardless all pretense,
Still mine to own despite my efforts. They'll
Laugh in my face and pat my head to scale,
So full of it they never think but thence
I must be likewise, when I'm not. Come hence.
Let me go lose myself in woods t'avail.
I'll listen to the crew of fallen stir
Beneath my footsteps, looking up unto
Deep blue skies twixt the naked branches, fer
A vision of beyond. The turmoil through
Their madness let me now forget as twere.
Oh LORD, restore my soul. I wait for You.

23Sep25a