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The Aftermath of Transformation

         Displaced, 
         Disjointed, 
         Distorted, 
         Disordered
         removed from the here and there of convention. 
         
         No place to go, 
                                  to hide, 
                                               to blend in to the not in, 
                                                                           not out. 
         Nowhere

         The square peg in the perpetual round hole, 
         growing Rounder,
                       Harder, 
                       Squarer, more ridged and taught. 
                             
                       Where do you go from there……..Or not?

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