Sport
How vagueness interferes
my mind, not plot
to being - I am here - and here, why not?
So wander graphically,
no difference - still in flock,
a oneness qualifies my soul's begot!
For here, survival only clinches - what,
as real as truth is only care's report,
Am I - Am I increasing this distort!
So take all else - but take me not in sport,
God's servant asks for trust,
...but finds extort!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2006
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