in the midst of being
said and done again,
I find myself in
coiled turmoil over
the death of all my
original ideas that
were sworn to so
much secrecy that
not even myself has
access to what was
lost to the notes where
they might be recreated;
in the midst of being
reprimanded for spending
too much time on that
which was wrong to do,
I find myself locked
in a civil war with then left
side, but cannot ascertain
if North or South;
in the midst of being
in the midst of these two,
I fear for my own sanity
and the opportunity this
provides for outside auditors
to poke around inside me.
25Oct14
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