from a lamp
sitting on a round table
where my coffee sitsin its plastic cup,
as I write down words
that have little meaning
other than what they
have been told to mean
by those who write
our reckless definitions,
giving me pause this day
so that I might reflect upon
why that seems to be
or not be
as the case warrants it,
but, as dreadful as
it all my seem to be,
why cannot these words
mean something else
entirely other than
what they were
intended to mean?
31Jan16
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