division our flaw,
we slip and slide our
way to destiny,
better than crawling,
hope lives inside us all
fear resides their too,
a uniform consciousness
we do not have nor do
we see collective reality;
we are mentally neutered,
reveling in the thoughts
of other larger dogs,
barking to get attention
seldom grateful for
the assistance... nature
leaves us alone most
days, waiting us up
when too far astray,
night brings closure to
our happiness as we feast
on lobsters and soft crabs.
July 22, 2024
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