Confession
We gave away
our stories
enduring down
so many years the
generations
calling out in
flux
everything for
trade pervasive to
improvement
no sand
left unmined
I watched M.A.S.H.
at the same time
on the same channel
with my parents then
I did it with
my son
say kids
we’re dreaming not
telling
too busy too
lazy
all the
while all while
riding on the
thermostat of feelings
our own up and down
one degree two
degrees one side
other side of
happy
we lost the plot go
shake your heads bang
them bring back
the stories light the
fires
see
walk inside a
bigger time
wicked marches there
just around the corner
now
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