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Activate the Arguement
Activate the Argument
David J Walker
A one-world lonely drop
One word then two
From a pile of past important papers
Pinned in the permanent ink of
atavistic fears and instincts
picking
three words then four
voices heard
unseen
in a perturbed
rebirth of a past
manuscript
what has she seen
and when did she see it
what did she mean
and when did she mean it
five words
then six
as thick
as an August evening
on a screened-in porch
You explain
I am the path
But not its patron
I am
The Paterfamilias
And not its Matron
Eight words then ten
And it’s over enough to
Start again
Copyright ©
David Walker
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