ain't
a dialect
or
something
to
be taken
for
granted
how
many voices
in
your inner ear
have
deceived you
how
many times
have
you stepped
in
it
but
refuse to show it
you
carry the stink
like
anybody
in
spite of it
origins
make the obvious
an
easy blind spot
give
it enough time
&
the words have a way
of
elevating themselves
above
the repetitious
so
it's probably better
to
just keep walking
picking
up those
not
found yet participles
scattering
off a volley
of
buckshot angst
as
it comes to you
eventually
all the roads
become
footpaths
where
the feet become the imprint
touching
the earth
never
to be taken for granted
---
e b bortz
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