An Oracle's Lament
Or, always a quandary the perpetual choices
the delight of suggestion pales with the anxiety necessary
Or, often a dichotomy, balanced like the scales of justice
matched with //either// this mere two letter word makes quite a stir.
Or. what? Some ask in tones ripe, rancid, with belligerence
brimming with the vitriol evident in slicked-back hair.
The fate of the world can balance on an OR
the continued existence of a proposed reality can fall OR...
I would not want the pivotal pressure or continued strain
of being an OR for I would stretch and choose never to let go.
Contest: Do Due or Dew
"Choose one of the above words and write a poem." I chose OR
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