Yearlong Sonnet-- Iteration 44

Awake. I unharness my lost bruise.
Scrap all that was before save a few
Tokens, now already spent. From all
Sides the knives. But they are dull
In comparison with "mercer" with
Eviction notices, with death by
Total organ failure. So smiling in their
Glints is at best gray-humor.

Is cool. Kein problem. No grudge
That everyone wishes the best &
Theirs is the foot-placed in next
Best step. All I'm saying is that if
Something is gonna give, it ain't
Gonna be imposed. Awake, I choose.

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