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Circumstance
by
Jon Harding
I find myself again
Within that familiar curl of smoke
That grey halo that signifies no divinity
Obscures my vision
From the brutality
And madness
That surrounds my every conscious action.
Don’t be afraid
I tell myself or you – who can tell
When no frame of reference presents itself?
I find clarity
Only in confusion
And the will
That is inherent only in abject surrender.
More and more it seems
That I can never make sense of this
That I am fated
To flounder
And remain drowning
In the bittersweet seas
Of circumstance.
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